An Autumnal Extravaganza (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
With a sweeter voice than birds Dare to twitter in their sleep,Pipe for me a tune of words, Till my dancing fancies ...
With a sweeter voice than birds Dare to twitter in their sleep,Pipe for me a tune of words, Till my dancing fancies ...
Low in the east, against a white, cold dawn,The black-lined silhouette of the woods was drawn,And on a wintry wasteOf ...
My garden roses long agoHave perished from the leaf-strewn walks;Their pale, fair sisters smile no moreUpon the sweet-brier stalks.Gone with ...
When from the opening chambers of the eastThe morning springs, in thousand liveries drest,The early larks their morning tribute pay,And, ...
FOR the fledgeling bird-life stilled,Its wings untaught,Its music all unbilled;For the poet's voiceless thought,The song unsung;For the loving heart unsought;Hope, ...
VEX not the Muse with idle prayers,--She will not hear thy call;She steals upon thee unawares,Or seeks thee not at ...
A Flower unblown: a Book unread:A Tree with fruit unharvested :A Path untrod : a House whose roomsLack yet the ...
FORERUNNERS Walter. I HAVE a strain of a departed bard; One who was born too late into this world. A ...
At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was nigh,The dusk was deep and had its will,The ...
Through jewelled windows in the walls The tender daylight smiles; Majestic music swells and falls Adown ...
I STILL remember how she moved Among the rathe, wild blooms she loved, (When Spring came tip-toe down the slopes, ...
SISTER of Faith and Charity, Where there are only three;Fit habitant of heaven, yet content, ...
We measured the riotous babyAgainst the cottage wall:A lily grew at the threshold,And the boy was just so tall;A royal ...
As one who under evening skiesUpon a fought field stricken lies(Unknown for stains of blood and grime)Is fain the mortal ...
SIT at my table, welcome guest, and sing The olden song, with young unpractised throat; I hold my breath to ...
FOR a name unknown, Whose fame unblown Sleeps in the hills For ever and aye; For her who hears The ...
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And ...
Your boy once touched me, yes. I knew you knew when your wet, reddened gaze drilled into me, groped through ...
I wonder, can the night go by; Can this shot arrow of travel fly Shaft-golden with light, sheer into the ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
In o'er-strict calyx lingering, Lay music's bud too long unblown, Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring: Then bloomed the perfect ...
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