A Session With Uncle Sidney (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
By this part of the century few are left who believein the animals for they are not there in the ...
Inhabitants of Liverpool, List to the urgent call,Which summons you in crowds to-day, Within St. George's Hall.There earnest Women are convened, In purpose ...
<i>A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child.</i>Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid!We will lead you hand in handBy ...
Act II Scene ii, lines 26-55A ho! A ho!Love's horn doth blow,And he will out a-hawking go.His shafts are light ...
The field boss claimed his privilege. Her knifequenched all his lust for black girls. She got lifein the Big Rock ...
Said the Landlord to the Tenant,"I want to make it clear,You can't have dogs in this apartmentor children; do you ...
A certain old maid at Port Victorhad many strange pets to afflict her,her Kangaroos foughtwith the emu's she caughtand when ...
SILENT old gateway! whose two columns stand Like simple monuments on either hand; No trellised iron-work, with pleasant view Of ...
"This is her diary. Come with me to viewThe canyon; think you see it as of oldWhen Martha lived, and ...
Unless you 'ide that axe, she sez, "'E'll 'urt 'imself reel bad.An' after all - Now, Bill, don't cry! - ...
IWho has not felt his heart leap up, and glowWhat time the tulips first begin to blow,Has one sweet joy, ...
Ham, Shem, and Japhet went a-sailing in the Ark,With all the kinds of animals that grunt and squeak and bark,All ...
THAT she may languish in her sumptuous flat,Ten thousand acres sweat with wool andwheat;That she may lunch, maids tend her ...
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my ...
It was not dying: everybody died. It was not dying: we had died before In the routine crashes-- and our ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish Which circle slowly with a silken ...
There's a soldier that's been doing of his share In the fighting up and down and round about. He's continually ...
By this part of the century few are left who believe in the animals for they are not there in ...
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the ...
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