How John Quit The Farm (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John, Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time come on-- And ...
(From "An Idyll of the Wimmera.")On the geodetic line, where the parish boundaries joinAt a level and interminable laneYou can ...
In the background, a few shacks & overturned cartsAnd a gray sky holding the singular pallor of Lent.And here the ...
Sure today it could come in a fast planenamed perhaps for the pilot's mother,the city ends in a smear in ...
The Western sun, ere he sought his lair, Skimm'd the treetops, and ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there;A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair;Some ...
Mrs Moffat sold tomatoes,Postal orders, ginger pop,There was hardly any village -But she ran the village shop,'Clouding over', she would ...
How many humble hearts have dipped In you, and scrawled their manuscript! Have shared their secrets, told their cares, Their ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
Beneath the trees I lounged at ease And watched them speed the pace; They swerved and swung, they clutched and ...
In Paris on a morn of May I sent a radio transalantic To catch a steamer on the way, But ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
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