The Old-Home Folks (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
Such was the Child-World of the long-ago--The little world these children used to know:--Johnty, the oldest, and the best, perhaps,Of ...
Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies _now_No more yet!--But they _is_, I bet! 'Cause efThey _wuzn't_ Fairies, nen I' ...
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
IOnce, in a dream, I saw a man With haggard face and tangled hair,And eyes that nursed as wild a care As ...
IHe was a Dreamer of the Days: Indolent as a lazy breezeOf midsummer, in idlest ways Lolling about in the shade of ...
A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well,For I must go away:And should ANOTHER ever come to tellOf love--What WILL ...
Lying listless in the mossesUnderneath a tree that tossesFlakes of sunshine, and embosses Its green shadow with the snow--Drowsy-eyed, I sink ...
Our three cats is Maltese cats, An' they's two that's white,-- An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's 'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.-- Uncle say ...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the ...
DAWNAs though a gipsy maiden with dim look, Sat crooning by the roadside of the year, So, Autumn, in thy strangeness, thou ...
Even in such a scene of senseless playThe children were surprised one summer-dayBy a strange man who called across the ...
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon ...
O The Little Lady's dainty As the picture in a book, And her hands are creamy-whiter Than the water-lilies look; Her laugh's the undrown'd ...
I've thought a power on men and things, As my uncle ust to say,-- And ef folks don't work as they pray, ...
Ho! green fields and running brooks! Knotted strings and fishing-hooks Of the truant, stealing down Weedy backways of the town. Where the sunshine overlooks, By ...
Close the book and dim the light, I shall read no more to-night. No--I am not sleepy, dear-- Do not go: sit by ...
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, With labored respiration, moves the wheat From distant reaches, till the golden seas Break ...
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