A Full Harvest (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Seems like a feller'd ort 'o jes' to-day Git down and roll and waller, don't you know, In that-air stubble, and flop ...
Seems like a feller'd ort 'o jes' to-day Git down and roll and waller, don't you know, In that-air stubble, and flop ...
Uncommon Charms, I plainly see,Compleat the Fair for Tyranny.Then, lest your Form should make you vainOf Conquest, and of giving ...
Unc' si, de Holy Bible sayIn speakin' of de jus',Dat he do fall seben times a day;Now how's de sinner ...
ADDRESSED TO THE CRITICAL REVIEWERS. Tristitiam et Metus.--HORACE.Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,Assume the pompous port, the ...
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and harkUnto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park.Of ...
BLAZ1N' STAR, from Boston city -- Yankee goods and kerosene; Foreign crew and cook and master; stout, old-fashioned brigantine. Hamburg-built ...
Up yonder in Buena ParkThere is a famous spot,In legend and in historyYclept the Waller Lot.There children play in daytimeAnd ...
Man has a curious appetite, He's all the time wishing to go; And if he had the wings of a ...
'Tis fit SERENA shou'd be sung.High-born SERENA, Fair and Young, Shou'd be of ev'ry Muse and Voice The pleasing, and ...
Owd Moxy wrowt hard for his morsil o' breead, An' to keep up his courage he'd sing, Tho' Time ...
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play;No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by ...
THAT ne'er-to-be-forgotten dayYou came to see my cottage,My honest Mate adores you since,With fervor next to dotage.He said, you could ...
Written at Penhurst, in Autumn 1788. YE towers sublime! deserted now and drear!Ye woods! deep sighing to the hollow blast,The ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp ...
Tell you what I like the best -- 'Long about knee-deep in June, 'Bout the time strawberries melts On the ...
Well Sir, 'tis granted, I said Dryden's Rhimes, Were stoln, unequal, nay dull many times: What foolish Patron, is there ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
Go, dumb-born book, Tell her that sang me once that song of Lawes: Hadst thou but song As thou hast ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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