Joney (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Had a hare-lip-- Joney had:Spiled his looks, and Joney knowed it:Fellers tried to bore him, bad--But ef ever he got ...
Had a hare-lip-- Joney had:Spiled his looks, and Joney knowed it:Fellers tried to bore him, bad--But ef ever he got ...
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his whileTo waste much time on the old violin, But held ...
I'm on my way to Canada,That cold and dreary land;The dire effects of slavery I can no longer stand.My heart ...
(Written in her sixteenth year.)I dreamed a dream in the midst of my slumbers,And as fast as I dreamed it, ...
O, deep was the anguish of the slave mother's heart,When called from her darling for ever to part;So grieved that ...
Going ............. going ............. gone!This is not the auctioneer crying off his wares,But my blood repeating in even strokes, the ...
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
Going, going! the voice was loud, And, rising, silenced the chattering crowd. "Going! going! shall it be gone?" The auctioneer ...
POWER o' ploughs and clothes-pegs in her, pork and beans for ev'ry sinner, Pork and beans for captain's dinner --Pass ...
(ADDRESSED TO CERTAIN FRIENDLY TRAMPS.)IThe wind is East, the wind is West,Blows in and out of haven;The wind that blows ...
Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, golden-bearded, ever gay,Spread about him great good cheer in his prosperous heyday; Familiar sight on district ...
Mr Bodge, the banker, was a power in the land;His city bank had granted him an autocratic hand; For our ...
A fortnight before Christmas Gypsies were everywhere:Vans were drawn up on wastes, women trailed to the fair.'My gentleman,' said one, ...
Why stands she near the auction stand,That girl so young and fair;What brings her to this dismal place,Why stands she ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable ...
The Auctioneer of Parting His "Going, going, gone" Shouts even from the Crucifix, And brings his Hammer down -- He ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
I could have sold him up because His rent was long past due; And Grimes, my lawyer, said it was ...
A pencil, sir; a penny -- won't you buy? I'm cold and wet and tired, a sorry plight; Don't turn ...
"Only a pound," said the auctioneer, "Only a pound; and I'm standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss -- ...
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