Tom Van Arden (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before ...
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before ...
I, walking the familiar street, While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,Was lifted from my prosy feet And in Arcadia ere I ...
_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_Friend of my earliest youth, Can't you arrange to come downAnd visit a ...
COME, friend, there's going to be a merry meetingAfter the play. Our masks we'll throw aside,And after chaff and chat ...
How dull the wretch, whose philosophic mindDisdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,And wreck ...
All day low clouds and slanting rainHave swept the woods and dimmed the plain.Wet winds have swayed the birch and ...
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together,Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand,Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes,High, make ...
To G.E.M.'Tis a little room, my friend—Baby walks from end to end;All the things look sadly realThis hot noontide unideal;Vaporous ...
ALAS, for the blight of my fancies! Alas, for the fall of my pride! I planned, in my girlish romances, ...
The worst of all idolatorsAre zealous radiolatersWho wreck the peace of erstwhile happy homesWith drool of variometers,Detectors, galvanometers,Antennae, switches, batteries ...
If the cricket critics' naggingMerits stern official gagging -- Which I doubt --How would critical ascetics,With their prosy homiletics, Shut ...
Motto heartening, inspiring, Framed above my pretty *desk,Never Shelley, Keats, or Byring* Penned a phrase so picturesque!But in me no ...
There's joy in legislative halls When Frank's in opposition;But gloom upon the Chamber falls When Frank holds high position.His merry ...
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together, Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand, Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, ...
I held a Jewel in my fingers -- And went to sleep -- The day was warm, and winds were ...
All day long when the shells sail over I stand at the sandbags and take my chance; But at night, ...
Is it not strange? A year ago to-day, With scarce a thought beyond the hum-drum round, I did my decent ...
What I seek far yet seldom find Is large simplicity of mind In fellow men; For I have sprouted from ...
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
There's sunshine in the heart of me, My blood sings in the breeze; The mountains are a part of me, ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
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