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 ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find,It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind:Brown bread as well as white must be for ...
The moist and quiet morn was scarcely breaking.When Ariadne in her bower was waking;Her eyelids still were closing, and she ...
From the slow march and muffled drum,And crowds distrest,And book and bell, at length I have comeTo my full rest.A ...
Skim o'er the tide,And from thy pinions flingThe sparkling water-drops,Sweet child of spring!Bathe in the dying sunshine warm and bright,Till ...
OF Love's sweet war our timorous Muse doth sing,And to the bosom of each gentle dear,Offers her artless tunes, borne ...
My beloved is offended: would there were any one who would conciliate her!Arise quickly, O mediator! for my heart is ...
When June is here--what art have we to sing The whiteness of the lilies midst the green Of noon-tranced lawns? Or flash ...
Oh, let us howl some heavy note,Some deadly-dogged howl,Sounding as from the threatening throatOf beasts and fatal fowl!As ravens, screech-owls, ...
Two little children played among the flowers,Their mothers were of kin, tho' far apart;The children's ages were the very sameE'en ...
But when the days were numbered, then befellThe parting of our Lord — which was to be —Whereby came wailing ...
Canadian farmers came oft to the little green cottage,To see their new neighbors and hear them tell over their troubles.The ...
Translated From The German of Schiller.THE oak-wood murmurs, The sky clouds o'er, The maiden paces The grassy shore; The billows ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
How much more blood must the people suffer before they come to a halt with this horror of power? How ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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