Blind (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
Ah! now I am beloved by him, And sweet it is, to think,That life no more will be so dim, To make ...
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL JAMES)Being asked by an intimate party,-- Which the same I would term as a friend,--Though his health ...
517He parts Himself-like Leaves-And then-He closes up-Then stands upon the BonnetOf Any Buttercup-And then He runs againstAnd oversets a Rose-And ...
It is the boy in me who's looking out the window, while someone across the street mends a pillowcase, clouds ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
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