At Noey’s House (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
At Noey's house--when they arrived with him--How snug seemed everything, and neat and trim:The little picket-fence, and little gate--It's little ...
At Noey's house--when they arrived with him--How snug seemed everything, and neat and trim:The little picket-fence, and little gate--It's little ...
THE spring is here again, mother! she bursts upon our sight,Like a young girl in her bridal dress, all bloom, ...
You, the brutal-hearted sky-scraping mountain tribes!Lamb and horseflesh - is all your menu describes;Long beards and handcrafted rugs, your loud ...
Have mercy on me, my Lord,For a foe treds o'er me and strivesMindfully that time and againI be wearied by ...
faqirana aye sada kar chalemiyan khush raho ham dua kar chalejo tujh bin na jine ko kahte the hamso is ...
BEFORE the rain, low in the obscure east, Weak and morose the moon hung, sickly gray;Around its disc the storm mists, ...
The gardens full of gold and decay,With lure of purple of the swelling ailments,And tardy heat of sun in curves ...
IFlat as to an eagle's eye,Earth hung under Attila.Sign for carnage gave he none.In the peace of his disdain,Sun and ...
Our Skeeta was married, our Skeeta! the tomboy and pet of the ...
1--IWhen the South sang like a nightingaleAbove a bower in May,The training of Love's vine of flameWas writ in laws, ...
It is mine - the little chamber, Mine alone.I had it from ...
Daughter of the ancient Eve,We know the gifts ye gave--and give.Who knows the gifts which YOU shall give,Daughter of the ...
READING in Omar till the thoughts that burnedUpon his pages seemed to be inurnedWithin me in a silent fire, my ...
DARK is the hour inscrib'd on memory's page, Too often drawn from sad affliction's store;Of future sorrows the too ...
Unto that love must we through fire attain,Which those two held as breath of common air;The hands of whom were ...
Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his ...
Canadian Jubal sang of the Wrath of God And the curse of thistle and thorn-- But Tubal got him a ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
My enemy my friend whom I know without compromise, when I listened to the deconstructions avowed of you as your ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
I must be flattered. The imperious Desire speaks out. Lady, I am content To play with you the game of ...
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