The Frog (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Who am I but the Frog--the Frog! My realm is the dark bayou,And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log That ...
Who am I but the Frog--the Frog! My realm is the dark bayou,And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log That ...
I love the night when the moon streams bright On flowers that drink the dew--When cascades shout as the stars peep ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
A LEGENDIN midst of wide green pasture-lands, cut through By lines of alders bordering deep-banked streams, Where bulrushes ...
I.Before those golden altar-lights we stood, Each one of us remembering his own dead.A more than earthly beauty seemed to ...
(ALKALI STATION)Cicely says you're a poet; maybe,--I ain't much on rhyme:I reckon you'd give me a hundred, and beat me ...
AT length I sickened, standing in the sun Truthful and for the Truth, whose only fees Are madness and sharp ...
SPONTANEOUS me, Nature, The loving day, the mounting sun, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend ...
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