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 ...
Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies _now_No more yet!--But they _is_, I bet! 'Cause efThey _wuzn't_ Fairies, nen I' ...
What's de use ob wukin in de Summer time at all,When de sun am bilin' hot en de sweat begins ...
Dear Miss Lucy: I been t'inkin' dat I 'd write you long fo' dis, But dis writin' 's mighty tejous, an' ...
We were young and it was an accomplishmentto have a body. No one said this. No onesaid much beyond "throw ...
Green miles of leafy peace are spread Over these ranks, unseen and serried;Screening the trenches with their dead And living men already ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
Tramps on the road: floating clouds. OLD CHINESE POEM1 Agriculture and Industry Embraced in public on a wall- Heroes ...
This is the trench that Fritz built. This is the Hun who lay in the trench that Fritz built. ...
A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does. An adjective is what describes the noun. In "The can ...
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou, In thy both last and better vow; Could'st leave the city, ...
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn, And corn wav'd green in ilka field, While claver blooms white o'er the ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
All those times I was bored out of my mind. Holding the log while he sawed it. Holding the string ...
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and ...
I like walking on streets as black and wet as this one now, at two in the solemnly musical morning, ...
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