We Must Get Home (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
We must get home! How could we stray like this?--So far from home, we know not where it is,--Only in ...
We must get home! How could we stray like this?--So far from home, we know not where it is,--Only in ...
We must get home--for we have been away So long it seems forever and a day! And O so very homesick we ...
Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with?Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose -The sheer ones hoarded ...
I need no assurance from man. I needNo word of his faith. For me is madeA covenant between my God ...
Gently, brother, gently. Have reverence!Remember, wisdom is an aged thing.Be not flippant; be not pertly jestful.Gently, brother, gently. Remember, the ...
This is the first soft snowThat tiptoes up to your doorAs you sit by the fire and sew,That sifts through ...
No matter what life you leadthe virgin is a lovely number:cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,arms and legs made of ...
If the grim Fates, to stave ennui, Play whips for fun, or snares for game, The liar full of ease ...
Seeking for happiness we must go slowly;The road leads not down avenues of haste;But often gently winds through by ways ...
1 The stout poet tiptoes On the lawn. Surprisingly limber In his thick sweater Like a middle-age burglar. Is the ...
He play'd his wings as tho' for flight; They webb'd the sky with glassy light. His body sway'd upon tiptoes, ...
Our little helper, all of three, upset I was washing the broiler pan - without her Move over Dad!, She ...
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock, And you hear the kyouck and gobble ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
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