Green Fields And Running Brooks (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Ho! green fields and running brooks! Knotted strings and fishing-hooks Of the truant, stealing down Weedy backways of the town. Where the sunshine overlooks, By ...
Ho! green fields and running brooks! Knotted strings and fishing-hooks Of the truant, stealing down Weedy backways of the town. Where the sunshine overlooks, By ...
THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.That all men would be cowards if they dare,Some men we know have ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
TRADES and Professions--these are themes the Muse,Left to her freedom, would forbear to choose;But to our Borough they in truth ...
BRISTOL, thine heart hath throbb'd to glory.-Slaves,E'en Christian slaves, have shook their chains, and gaz'dWith wonder and amazement on thee. ...
THE LOVER'S JOURNEY.It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyesPresent the object, but the Mind descries;And thence delight, disgust, ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Ye lovely maids! whose yet unpractis'd heartsNe'er felt the force of Love's resistless darts;Who justly set a value on your ...
'T IS Christmas, and the North wind blows; 't was two years yesterday Since from the Lusitania's bows I looked ...
"INDIFFERENCE come! thy torpid juices shed On my keen sense: plunge deep my wounded heart, In thickest apathy, till it ...
Cold, intruding, snow unwelcome presence, coming all too soon, chill, deep December 14, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
Posts, shards of thoughts Captured on pads, in journals Notes in the margin, doodles for outlines Is that someone I ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
CESARIO, thy Lyre's dulcet measure, So sweetly, so tenderly flows; That could my sad soul taste of pleasure, Thy music ...
DARK head by the fireside brooding, Where upon your ears Whirlwinds of the earth intruding Sound in wrath and tears: ...
NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height, That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave; By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light, I sought ...
O great heart of God, Once vague and lost to me, Why do I throb with your throb to-night, In ...
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