Dead Leaves (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
DAWNAs though a gipsy maiden with dim look, Sat crooning by the roadside of the year, So, Autumn, in thy strangeness, thou ...
DAWNAs though a gipsy maiden with dim look, Sat crooning by the roadside of the year, So, Autumn, in thy strangeness, thou ...
I sat and watched the walls of night With cracks of sudden lightning glow,And listened while with clumsy might The thunder wallowed ...
So noiselessly and lightlyThese leaves are falling down ;The wind comes sighing through the trees,The heavens seem to frown ;The ...
In the pond in the parkall things are doubled;Long buildings hang andwriggle gently. Chimneysare bent legs bouncingon clouds below. A flagwags like ...
Famously she descended, her red hairUnbound and bronzed by sea-reflections, caughtCrinkled with sea-pearls. The fine slender tautKnees that let down ...
No silks have I, no furs nor feathers,But one old gown that knows all weathers;No veils nor parasols nor lace,But ...
BROWNING, old fellow,Your leaves grow yellow,Beginning to mellowAs seasons pass.Your cover is wrinkled,And stained and sprinkled,And warped and crinkledFrom sleep ...
Mrs Dibbs, the washerwoman, coming down the street,Shabby old "elastic-sides" on her funny feet As she toddles by the pub, ...
We've billiards, bowls an' tennis courts, we've teas an' motor-rides;We've concerts nearly every night, an' 'eaps o' things besides;We've all ...
When mother baked an angel cake we kids would gather roundAn' watch her gentle hands at work, an' never make ...
First thing in the morning, last I hear at night,Get it when I come from school: "My, you look a ...
(With Apologies)HOW dear to my heart is the bank roll departed,The five-spots and tens in the strong rubber band,The yellow ...
Tell me, Was Venus more beautiful Than you are, When she topped The crinkled waves, Drifting shoreward On her plaited ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
"The North has got him." --Yukonism. I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did. I ...
Give me your hand, oh little one! Like children be we two; Yet I am old, my day is done ...
OR THE CONTENTED METAPHYSICIAN TO the lore of no manner of men Would his vision have yielded When he found ...
Sleeping-bagged in a duplex wing with fleas, in rock-cleft or building radar bats are darkness in miniature, their whole face ...
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