Autumn (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,-- So ...
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,-- So ...
Now 'tis the time when, tall, The long blue torches of the bellflower gleam Among the trees; and, by the wooded stream. In ...
You kin talk erbout yo' 'lasses an' yo' steamin' buckwheat cakes,'Bout yo' eisters fried in crackers, an' yo' juicy hot ...
Where water-grass grows overgreenOn damp cool flats by gentle streams,Still as a ghost and sad of mien,With half-closed eyes the ...
There is a river singing in betweenBright fringes of pawpaw and sycamore,That stir to fragrant winds on either shore,Where tall ...
Imperial Adam, naked in the dew,Felt his brown flanks and found the rib was gonePuzzled he turned and saw where, ...
WHEN Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin . in the dust, in ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
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