What Chris’mas Fetched The Wigginses (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.Should you the various arms ...
1 The Hired Man TalksThere's old man Willards; an' his wife;An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;An' ...
I NEVER shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin,An' all us youngsters clambered in an' down the road ...
(FROM THE GAELIC)The Hern at early morning cries,Where at Sleve-gail the meadow lies.Say, Duin's son, whom I love well,Canst thou ...
God makes sech nights, all white an' stillFur 'z you can look or listen,Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,All ...
Caught Susanner whistlin'; well, It's most nigh too good to tell. 'Twould 'a' b'en too good to see Ef it had n't b'en ...
"Mylo Jones's wife" was allI heerd, mighty near, last Fall--Visitun relations downT'other side of Morgantown!Mylo Jones's wife she doesThis and ...
Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown, An' peeked in thru the winder,An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender.Agin' ...
The wind that breathes of columbinesAnd celandines that crowd the rocks;That shakes the balsam of the pinesWith laughter from his ...
TO Amsterd-m came Breitmann All in de Kermes tide; Yonge Maegden allegader Filled de straat on afery side. De meisjes ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!Mighty glad I ain't ...
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To ...
'He rolls in the orchard: he is stained with mossAnd with earth, the solitary old white horse.Where is his father ...
Written at Penhurst, in Autumn 1788. YE towers sublime! deserted now and drear!Ye woods! deep sighing to the hollow blast,The ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
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