The Old Year And The New (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I. As one in sorrow looks upon The dead face of a loyal friend, By the dim light of New Year's dawn I saw ...
I. As one in sorrow looks upon The dead face of a loyal friend, By the dim light of New Year's dawn I saw ...
Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yetWith the thought of other years?Or with gladness are they ...
DARK, dark the night, and tearfully I grope, Lost in the Shadows, feeling for the way,But cannot find it. Here's no ...
Lover of goodness, and friend to the beautiful, Ever go forth with a smile on thy cheek,Knowing that God will prosper ...
Three students once tarried over the Rhine, And into Frau Wirthin's turned to dine. "Say, hostess, have you good beer and wine? And ...
The shadows of the gaslit wingsCome softly crawling down our way;Before the curtain someone sings,The music sounds from far away;I ...
Three students once tarried over the Rhine,And into Frau Wirthin's turned to dine."Say, hostess, have you good beer and wine?And ...
As she walked she would look backover her shoulder and tripupon sidewalk cracks or bumpinto people to whom she would ...
An die FreudeFreude, schoener Goetterfunken,Tochter aus Elysium,Wir betreten feuertrunken,Himmlische, dein Heiligtum.Deine Zauber binden wiederWas der Mode Schwert geteiltBettler werden FuerstenbruederWo ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear,Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear.She was so ...
Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls, Dear friend, are still ...
A barefooted child on the crossing,Sweeping the mud away,A lady in silks and diamonds,Proud of the vain display;A beggar blind ...
(SUNG AT THE CELEBRATION OF THE I. O. O. F.)The night cometh swiftly, the thick clouds are drifting Around the ...
Written during the passage of the funeral procession in New York, April 25th, 1865.Ah! our dead President! Bear him to ...
This life is a pumpkin, the shell is flesh and bone; The seeds hold the spirit, and the worm-hole is ...
Lo! I sting cheerily In my bright days, But now all wearily Chaunt ...
'Tis the time of the year's sundown, and flame Hangs on the maple bough; And June is the faded ...
OPEN the beautiful gates of the West,A chariot of gold is waiting the guestWho, for twelve rolling moons, has been ...
Sometimes I'm almost glad to hear when I get home that they've been bad;And though I try to look severe, ...
Waking in the night to pray,Sleeping when the answer comes,Foolish are we even at play—Tearfully we beat our drums!Cast the ...
A gentle was Fridolin, And he his mistress dear, Savern's fair Countess, honored in All truth and godly fear. She ...
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