To The Judge (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_Friend of my earliest youth, Can't you arrange to come downAnd visit a ...
_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_Friend of my earliest youth, Can't you arrange to come downAnd visit a ...
I.FOUR hundred years ago a tangled wasteLay sleeping on the west Atlantic's side;Their devious ways the Old World's millions tracedContent, ...
Under the orchards, underThe tree strung vines, little blueFigures are making hay, highOn the steep hillsides abovePalladio's drowsy villasAnd Tiepolo's ...
A BIRD may curve across the sky—A feather of dusk, a streak of song;And save a space and a bird ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
Ow! Wow! Wow!(Funeral note sustained by flutes, suggesting a long-bodied, short-legged, large-headed dog in anguish.)Ow! Wow!We are the people who ...
Long as unending threads, the long-drawn rainInterminably, with its nails of grey, Athwart the dull grey day, Rakes ...
"NOW England lessens on my sight; The bastioned front of Wales, Discolored and indefinite, There like a cloud-wreath ...
SISTER of Faith and Charity, Where there are only three;Fit habitant of heaven, yet content, ...
I am brightly alert and exceedingly pert, And my livery's easily seen;With a bright golden breast and a black-and-white crest, ...
They had a new gnu at the ZooAnd nobody knew.Tho' the keeper, they say, had a clue;And that's probably true,Since ...
I saw a light cloud floating in the sheenOf the resplendent moonshine; undefinedIts fleecy edges shivered in the windAlone, at ...
If ever a garden was Gethsemane,with old tombs set high againstthe crumpled olive tree--and lichen,this, my garden, has been to ...
Indefinite space, which, by co-substance night,In one black mystery two void mysteries blends;The stray stars, whose innumerable lightRepeats one mystery ...
761From Blank to Blank -A Threadless WayI pushed Mechanic feet -To stop - or perish - or advance -Alike indifferent ...
Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit ...
From Blank to Blank -- A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet -- To stop -- or perish -- or ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
I have opened the window to warm my hands on the sill Where the sunlight soaks in the stone: the ...
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