“A Noted Traveler” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the ...
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the ...
And I behold once moreMy old familiar haunts; here the blue river,The same blue wonder that my infant eyeAdmired, sage ...
Should any one speak about intellect and ability, certainly, I possess them;But since good fortune assisteth me not, unto whom ...
The Spring's bright tints no more are seen,And Summer's ample robe of greenIs russet-gold and brown;When flowers fall to every ...
Here from the rifted rock, where boldly rise The ilex shining with perennial green, The gloomy pine, the beech's vivid skreen, Hoar oaks ...
THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.That all men would be cowards if they dare,Some men we know have ...
A TALE, FROM MARMONTEL'S INCAS OF PERUWHEN o'er the western world IBERIA'S bandsWith blood and rapine stain'd their guilty hands;When ...
In Fanscomb Barn (who knows not Fanscomb Barn?) Seated between the sides of rising Hills, Whose airy Tops o'erlook the ...
Ye in the age gone by,Who ruled the world—a world how lovely then!—And guided still the steps of happy men ...
CARVED ON HER MONUMENT. Such _wast_ thou: now in earth below, Dust and a skeleton thou art. Above thy bones ...
Pain, pain exalts me Into consciousness:I am awake! My jangled anguish rivesEach tense quick nerve pricked by unnum-bered knives,My only ...
In grayish doubt and black despair,I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it.The ...
See o'er the wall, the white-leav'd cluster-vineShoots its redundant tendrils; and doth seem,Like the untam'd enthusiast's glowing heart,Ready to clasp, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Any poets about or bored muses fancying a day out? Rainy, windy, cold Leeds City Station Half-way through its slow ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
Go hang yourself, you old M.D.! You shall not sneer at me. Pick up your hat and stethoscope, Go wash ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
In grayish doubt and black despair, I drafted hymns to the earth and the air, pretending to joy, although I ...
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