A Country Pathway (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
Up and down in my garden fair,Under the trellis where grapes will bloom,With the breath of violets in the air,As ...
The gums in the gully stand gloomy and stark,A torrent beneath them is leaping,And the wind goes about like a ...
The Autumn pines and fades Upon the withered trees; And over there, a choked despair, You hear the moaning breeze. The violets are dead; Dead ...
"Man hath sought out many inventions."The planets, forced by Nature's law,Within their orbits ceaseless roll,And man the lesson thence may ...
WISTARIA in full blossom,-pendent spraysOf lilac shading almost into white,And golden green of foliage soft and bright!Well might one be ...
Observe ye not yon high cliff's brow,Up which a wanderer clambers slow,'T is by a hoary ruin crown'd,Which rocks when ...
… Oceanward I am ever yearning,Where far it rolls in its calm and grandeur,The weight of mountain-like fogbanks bearing,Forever wandering ...
MY tent stands in a gardenOf aster and goldenrod,Tilled by the rain and the sunshine,And sown by the hand of ...
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look,Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round the ...
Who is it lives to the full every minute,Gets all the joy and the fun that is in it?Tough as ...
A three-skysail yarder with her hatches battened down,And the grey sky up above her, and the Mersey's muddy brownA-rippling at ...
The slope rises rapidly in the shadow of the houses; amid the eaves and gutters appears a limpid sky... The ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
The sea is flecked with bars of grey, The dull dead wind is out of tune, And like a withered ...
Wilt thou not the lambkins guard? Oh, how soft and meek they look, Feeding on the grassy sward, Sporting round ...
Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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