Some Songs After Master Singers (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
ISONG With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, ...
ISONG With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, ...
WHEN evening's pale light had retired from the plain,And night had the valley o'erspread;When the dew was converted to big ...
The dewy morn her saffron mantle spreads High o'er the brow of yonder eastern hill; Each blooming shrub a roseate fragrance sheds, And ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early,Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving;Stretch'd out like a pall of greyish ...
WHAT is it our mamma's bewitches, To plague us little boys with breeches ? To tyrant Custom we must yield, Whilst vanquish'd Reason ...
The sun comes forward in his purple robeFrom the dark chambers of the tranquil night!The smiles of morning gild the ...
'Tis by comparison we knowOn every object to bestowIts proper share of praiseDid each alike perfection bear,What beauty, though divinely ...
EVEN as a cherish'd daughter leaves her homeBlushing and breathing sweets; her home, where, nurs'dWith fond attendance every morn and ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
Miss Jenny W---d---r, to Lady Eliz. M---d---ss, at --- Castle, North.A View from the Parades at Bath, with some Account ...
HOW sweet to wander o'er th' enamell'd green, When spring returning, with a liberal hand,Sheds her rich bounty on ...
Among the myrtles as I walk'd Love and my sighs thus intertalk'd: Tell me, said I, in deep distress, Where ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour, Whose magic spells enchain the heart, Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r, Thy thrilling ...
PALE GODDESS of the witching hour; Blest Contemplation's placid friend; Oft in my solitary bow'r, I mark thy lucid beam ...
SWEET BIRD OF SORROW! why complain In such soft melody of Song, That ECHO, am'rous of thy Strain, The ling'ring ...
Inscribed to Colonel Banastre Tarleton] TRANSCENDENT VALOUR! godlike Pow'r! Lord of the dauntless breast, and stedfast mien! Who, rob'd in ...
LET OTHERS wreaths of ROSES twine With scented leaves of EGLANTINE; Enamell'd buds and gaudy flow'rs, The pride of FLORA'S ...
SWEET PICTURE of Life's chequer'd hour! Ah, wherefore droop thy blushing head? Tell me, oh tell me, hap'less flow'r, Is ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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