“Little Jack Janitor” (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing ...
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing ...
When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel, An' you 'mence to feel a ticklin' in yo' toe ...
Reasonable, strange: think, that must be the case for you if vows exchange truth and ardour. Pulses chasewhen discretions blow as winds headwest ...
There were ten little Steps and Stairs. Round through the old bush home all day Romping about in the old bush way.They ...
Aunt Rose-now-might I see you with your thin face and buck tooth smile and pain ...
You are sleepin' in your hot roll when some body kicks your tarp.When you roll out of your blankets why ...
Poets have sung of the old-fashioned glories The old-fashioned pictures that hung on the wall,The old-fashioned people, the old-fashioned stories, ...
There's a country wild and weary, and a scorching sun looks downOn the thirsty cattle ranges and a queer old ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Talking with my beloved in New York I stood at the outdoor public telephone in Mexican sunlight, in my purple ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
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