Blind (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern.Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there?"People show him different ...
When I do this begin to apprehend,My heart, my soul, and mind, begins to bendTo God-ward, and sincerely for to ...
COMMENCEMENT POEM, WRITTEN FOR THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, JUNE, 1876."INTO the balm of the clover,Into the dawn and the dew,Come, ...
I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity,With whom I soon discovered a remarkable affinity.He used to ...
DeathThou wealthy man of large possessions here,Amounting to some thousand pounds a year,Extorted by oppression from the poor,The time is ...
What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below?See! I hurl in its ...
God-like Tsarevna Of the Kirgiz-Kaisatskii horde! Whose wisdom matchless Opened the true path To young Prince Khlor To go up ...
THE MIND IS AN ANCIENT AND FAMOUS CAPITAL The mind is a city like London, Smoky and populous: it is ...
The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisp?d and sere— The leaves ...
O knights, O squires, O gentle bloods yborn, You were not born all only for yourselves: Your country claims ...
(AFTER EDGAR ALLAN POE)The skies they were ashen and sober, The streets they were dirty and drear;It was night in ...
'What was the hardest hour', you ask, 'Ever I had at sea?' There was that in the wreck of ...
A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink ...
The common is unusually calm--they captured the storm last night, it's sleeping in the stockade, relieved of its duty, pacified, ...
The common is unusually calm--they captured the storm last night, it's sleeping in the stockade, relieved of its duty, pacified, ...
"What knight or what vassal will be so bold As to plunge in the gulf below? See! I hurl in ...
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place your sight can knock on, echoing; but here within this thick ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
Grief hath pacified her face; Even hope might share so still a place; Yet, on the silence of her heart, ...
Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to ...
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