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 ...
'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover may At ...
Always suddenly they are gone-- The friends we trusted and held secure-- Suddenly we are gazing on, Not a _smiling_ face, but the ...
The man that rooms next door to me: Two weeks ago, this very night, He took possession quietly, As any other lodger might-- But ...
Here's his ragged "roundabout";Turn the pockets inside out:See; his pen-knife, lost to use,Rusted shut with apple-juice;Here, with marbles, top and ...
The touches of her hands are like the fall Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down The peach just brushes 'gainst ...
O heart of mine, we shouldn't Worry so! What we've missed of calm we couldn't Have, you know! What we've met of stormy pain, And ...
The touches of her hands are like the fall Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of downThe peach just brushes 'gainst ...
Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed, As surely as the night hath given need. The yearning eyes, at last, will strain ...
Fold the little waxen handsLightly. Let your warmest tearsSpeak regrets, but never fears,-- Heaven understands!Let the sad heart, o'er the tomb,Lift again ...
He faced his canvas (as a seer whose kenPierces the crust of this existence through)And smiled beyond on that his ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
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