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 hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
Coming, clean from the Maryland-endOf this great National Road of ours,Through your vast West; with the time to spend,Stopping for ...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,To those who knew its boundless happiness.A simple old frame house--eight rooms in ...
MAY 30, 1878,Dying for victory, cheer on cheerThundered on his eager ear. --CHARLES L. HOLSTEIN.IDeep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's ...
Up and down old Brandywine, In the days 'at's past and gone--With a dad-burn hook-and line And a saplin' pole--swawn! I've had more ...
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,Even as a child I ...
Within the sitting-room, the companyHad been increased in number. Two or threeYoung couples had been added: Emma King,Ella and Mary ...
Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,His intentions were good--but oh, how sad For a person to think How the veriest pinkAnd ...
With A Serious ConclusionCrowd about me, little children-- Come and cluster 'round my kneeWhile I tell a little story That happened once ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again, And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me,Fer the way I hanker after ...
We must get home! How could we stray like this?--So far from home, we know not where it is,--Only in ...
O soul of mine, look out and see My bride, my bride that is to be! Reach out with mad, impatient hands,And ...
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the ...
No song is mine of Arab steed-- My courser is of nobler blood,And cleaner limb and fleeter speed, And greater strength and ...
"When it's _got_ to be,"--like! always say, As I notice the years whiz past,And know each day is a yesterday, When we ...
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 ...
Wilful we are in our infirmityOf childish questioning and discontent.Whate'er befalls us is divinely meant--Thou Truth the clearer for thy ...
The world is turned ag'in' me, And people says, "They guessThat nothin' else is in me But pure maliciousness!"I git the blame ...
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mindAs I think of my childhood so long left behind;The home ...
The greeting of the company throughoutWas like a jubilee,--the children's shoutAnd fusillading hand-claps, with great gunsAnd detonations of the older ...
We must get home--for we have been away So long it seems forever and a day! And O so very homesick we ...
Leonainie--Angels named her; And they took the lightOf the laughing stars and framed her In a smile of white; And they made her ...
"Write me a rhyme of the present time". And the poet took his penAnd wrote such lines as the miser minds Hide ...
I Winter without And warmth within; The winds may shout And the storm begin; The snows may pack At the window pane, And the skies grow black, And ...
A strange life--strangely passed! We may not read the soul When God has folded up the scroll In death at last.We may not--dare ...
The same old story told again-- The maiden droops her head,The ripening glow of her crimson cheek Is answering in her stead.The ...
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