The Old Trundle-Bed (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy!What canopied king might not covet the joy?The glory and peace ...
O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy!What canopied king might not covet the joy?The glory and peace ...
Linger, oh Sun, for a little, nor close yet this day of a million!Is there not glory enough in the ...
I.God prosper, speed,and save,God raise from England's graveHer murdered Queen!Pave with swift victoryThe steps of Liberty,Whom Britons own to beImmortal ...
Hail to thee, shouting Cuckoo! in my youthThou wert long time, the Ariel of my hope,The marvel of a summer! ...
WHEN wing'd with gay prosperity The hours unheeded flew,A gracious God protected me From ills I never knew.Though louring skies on me ...
WHEN life wakened in the Spring All the world was gold and green!Sunlight lay on everything,Sailing cloud and soaring wing, Emerald banks ...
SUN-FLOOD, moon-gleamEbb and flow;Twinkle-footed star flocksCome and go:Eager little Stranger,Sleep and grow!Yearning in the moon-liftSurge the seas;Southering, the sun-luredGray goose ...
When into the RoseA ladybird goesAnd o'er her couch the petals close,Was ever bedSo canopiedFor lids in maiden slumber wed? ...
The fields and lanes show fresh and fain Pranked in the jewels of the rain; And the scent that breathes ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
He saw through his own soul.—TennysonAlexis grew up, and through all his youthRan dreams and splendours, as a summer bowLighting ...
The silver horn of the advancing tide Had ploughed its highest furrow in the sand, And was retiring. Noon, with ...
Drear are the prairies; the ranges are silent;Mournfully whispers each soft, passing breeze;Down in the canyon and eddying murmurEchoes the ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Allegra, rising from her canopied dreams, Slides both white feet across the slanted beams Which lace the peacock jalousies: behold ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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