The Old-Home Folks (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han' Requestin' me to please be funny;But I ain't made upon a plan Thet knows wut's comin', ...
Oh, such a funny August house-- It really was like a zoo, For animals roamed in all the rooms (Even a kangaroo); Such sociable, ...
THE INDIAN CAMP.OUT from the Northern forest, dim and vast;Out from the mysteryOf yet more shadowy times, a pathless past,Untracked ...
IN THE EXHIBITION OP THE ROYALACADEMYWhat are you, Lady ? - nought is hereTo tell us of your name or ...
An old man in Concord forgets to go to morning service. He falls asleep, while reading Vergil, and dreams that ...
In those old days which poets say were golden — (Perhaps they laid the gilding on ...
Have you heard the story that gossips tell Of Burns of Gettysburg?-No? Ah, well, Brief is the glory that hero ...
This fact is clear….Both man and womanPrize not what's good, but what's uncommon ;And most delighted still they are,Not with ...
Little Bo-Peep, she has lost her sheep,And will not know where to find them;They are over the height and out ...
AM Rhein! Acain am Rheine! In boat oopon der Rhein! De castle-bergs soft goldnen Im Abendsonnenschein, Mit lots of Rudesheimer, ...
For man's support I came at first from earth,But man perverts the purpose of my birth;Beneath his plastic hand new ...
With axle creaking, all on fire I went, To fetch my young and lovely bride. No thirst or hunger pangs ...
How soon the servant sun,(Sir morrow mark),Can time unriddle, and the cupboard stone,(Fog has a boneHe'll trumpet into meat),Unshelve that ...
Yellow now is all the grass; All the days in marching pass. On the move is every man; Hard work, ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
SMOKE of autumn is on it all. The streamers loosen and travel. The red west is stopped with a gray ...
THERE was a high majestic fooling Day before yesterday in the yellow corn. And day after to-morrow in the yellow ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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