“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 ...
What joy you take in making hotness hotter, In emphasizing dullness with your buzz, Making monotony more monotonous! When Summer comes, and drouth ...
AH! little flower, upspringing, azure-eyed, The meadow-brook beside, Dropping delicious balms Into the tender palmsOf lover-winds, that woo with light caress, In still ...
To-morrow, dear departed one! I'll seek thy lonely grave,Where the meek primrose opes its buds, And weeping willows wave.It was a bright ...
WHEN the trade wind blows fairAlong the waveless sea,Then lives the sailor, freed from care,In dull monotony.Where'er he turns his ...
I knew a sweet girl, with a bonny blue eye, Who was born in the shade The wild sycamore made, Where the brook ...
AUGUST, thou monarch of the mellow noon,That with thy sceptre smit'st the teeming plainAnd gladd'nest all the world with golden ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
WITH our late Vicar, and his age the same,His clerk, hight Jachin, to his office came;The like slow speech was ...
ADOWN yon fair sequester'd valeA silver stream meandering flows;Thick on its banks the primrose pale,And sweet the azure violet blows.Around ...
WHEN Cupid, wanton boy, was young,His wings unfledg'd, and rude his tongue,He loiter'd in Arcadian bowers,And hid his bow in ...
I.WHEN first thou camest, gentle, shy, and fond, My eldest-born, first hope, and dearest treasure, My heart received thee with ...
I.THOU! whose impassion'd face The Painter loves to trace, Theme of the Sculptor's art and Poet's story-- How many a ...
Why wouldst thou leave me, oh! gentle child?Thy home on the mountain is bleak and wild,A straw-roof'd cabin, with lowly ...
How few, of all the hearts that loved,Are grieving for thee now;And why should mine to-night be movedWith such a ...
(AT A SUMMER-F?TE FOR HIM IN CHRISTIANIA, 1871)We welcome you this wondrous summer-day,When childhood's dreams on earth are streaming,To bloom ...
Dear Mansergh! Of the few this breast who share, And share in pitying sympathy its woe, You best my vast ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the ...
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