John Brown (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Writ in between the lines of his life-deed We trace the sacred service of a heart Answering the Divine command, in every ...
Writ in between the lines of his life-deed We trace the sacred service of a heart Answering the Divine command, in every ...
Far in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his own The wife's sweet face in slumber ...
When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's All out-o'-doors, our "Old-Kriss"-milkman goes A-drivin' round, ist purt'-nigh froze to death, With his ...
While with Ambition's hectic flame He wastes the midnight oil, And dreams, high-throned on heights of fame, To rest him from his toil,-- Death's ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
Her hair was, oh, so dense a blur Of darkness, midnight envied her; And stars grew dimmer in the skies ...
"Rain and Rain! and rain and rain!" Yesterday we muttered Grimly as the grim refrain That the thunders uttered: All ...
Let us rest ourselves a bit! Worry?-- wave your hand to it -- Kiss your finger-tips and smile It farewell ...
I so loved once, when Death came by I hid Away my face, And all my sweetheart's tresses she undid ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
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