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 ...
THAT night I think that no one slept; No bells were struck, no whistle blew,And when the watch was changed I ...
Oh breathe not--breathe not--sure 'twas something holy--Earth hath no sounds like these--again it passesWith a wild, low voice, that slowly ...
He sat by me in school. His face is now Vividly in my mind, as if he went From me but yesterday--its ...
HAPPY Britannia, favour'd Isle! Fate on thee delights to smile; Even amid the woes of war, Thund'ring dreadful from afar; Let no discordant voice ...
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their links Were made so ...
I"See," said the artist, while with languid careHe posed before his goddess, "how sublimeThe primitive invention was, how bareOf inessentials! ...
"_Where shall we land you, sweet_?"--Swinburne. All listlessly we float Out seaward in the boat That beareth Love. Our sails of purest snow Bend to ...
I am a parcel of vain strivings tiedBy a chance bond together,Dangling this way and that, their linksWere made so ...
Freedom from fear is the freedomI claim for you my motherland!Freedom from the burden of the ages, bending your head,breaking ...
I.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.ARIEL.So - Prospero is gone - and I am free -Free, free at last. His latest charge ...
I The coltish horseplay of the locker room, Moist with the steam of the tiled shower stalls, With shameless blends ...
You, O the piteous you!Who all the long night throughAnticipatedlyDisclose yourself to meAlready in the waysBeyond our human comfortable days;How ...
WITH subtlest mimicry of wave and tide,Of ocean storm, and current setting free,Here by the bridge the river deep and ...
Fain would I be a man; now in no wiseMy poems answer man's distress and cries.Some men will wile their ...
Oh, serious eyes! how is it that the light, The burning rays, that mine pour into ye, Still ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied By a chance bond together, Dangling this way and that, their links ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
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