The Old-Home Folks (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
I dreamed, and lo, I saw in my dream a beautiful gateway, Arched at the top, and crowned with turrets lance-windowed ...
A fantasy that came to me As wild and wantonly designedAs ever any dream might be Unraveled from a madman's mind,--A tangle-work ...
What ogive gates from gold of Ophir wrought, What walls of bastioned Parian, lucid rose, What marts of crystal, for the eyes ...
White artist he, who, breezeless nights, From tingling stars jocosely whirls, A harlequin in spangled tights, His wand a pot of pounded pearls. The ...
What sylvan god was worshipped here?What nymph once made this grove her home,And bathed within its fountain clear,When Caesar ruled ...
O SPIRIT! at whose wafts of chilling breathAutumn unbinds her zone, to rest in death;Touched by whose blight the light ...
Like two cathedral towers these stately pines Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones; The arch beneath them is not built with ...
I.I stood in an ancient gardenWith high red walls around;Over them grey and green lichensIn shadowy arabesque wound.The topmost climbing ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face,As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright;As in their ...
She is so little-in her hand a rose;A stern duenna watches where she goes.What sees she? Ah, she knows not-the ...
Oh! Dreams are mysteries! The free born mindOwns not the fetters which the body wears,By sleep imposed. But starting from ...
The sun has sunk 'neath yonder distant hill,A hush pervades the world and all is still; And twilight shadows lengthen ...
They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
Where the sea gulls sleep or indeed where they fly Is a place of different traffic. Although I Consider the ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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