Lockerbie Street (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Such a dear little street it is, nestled awayFrom the noise of the city and heat of the day,In cool ...
Such a dear little street it is, nestled awayFrom the noise of the city and heat of the day,In cool ...
Plain be the phrase, yet apt the verse, More ponderous than nimble;For since grimed War here laid asideHis painted pomp, 'twould ...
Squat walls of sandbags ~~ and above, a skyall thin and cool with dawn and very far.Black empty stretchers. On ...
The scene behind the carriage window-panesGoes flitting past in furious flight; whole plainsWith streams and harvest-fields and trees and blueAre ...
Letyour feet not falter, your course not alter By golden apples, till victory's won!The sword's sharp clangor, the dart's shrill anger, Swerve ...
Dawn - and a magical stillness: on earth, quiescence profound;On the waters a vast Content, as of hunger appeased and ...
On the next morrow, early, rose the king; And sat upon his throne: at his right hand, The heroic queen: ...
I_Sailor William is dead. And now Toll the great bells disconsolate. Let the maiden have time for tearsEre you ...
Last of its race, beside our college There stands an Oak Tree, centuries old,Which, could it voice its stores of ...
I wandered to the shore, nor knew I thenWhat my desire,—whether for wild lament,Or sweet regret, to fill the idle ...
PEARL-SLASHED and purple and crimson and fringed with gray mist of the hills, The pennons of morning advance to the ...
Past the despairing wail—And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away!Delight, that breathes and moves forever,Glides ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause-for lo! ...
That flower unseen, that gem of purest ray, Bright thoughts uncut by men: Strange that you need but speak them, ...
Past the despairing wail-- And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale Melt every care away! Delight, that breathes and ...
It was not a heart, beating. That muted boom, that clangor Far off, not blood in the ears Drumming up ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
'Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing, And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing, The groves rang with music ...
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