Farmer Whipple–Bachelor (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--A-lookin' glad ...
It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--A-lookin' glad ...
MAY 30, 1878,Dying for victory, cheer on cheerThundered on his eager ear. --CHARLES L. HOLSTEIN.IDeep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's ...
A king--estranged from his loving Queen By a foolish royal whim--Tired and sick of the dull routine Of matters surrounding him--Issued a ...
IHe called her in from me and shut the door.And she so loved the sunshine and the sky!--She loved them ...
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,Even as a child I ...
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before ...
With A Serious ConclusionCrowd about me, little children-- Come and cluster 'round my kneeWhile I tell a little story That happened once ...
Ah, friend of mine, how goes it, Since you've taken you a mate?--Your smile, though, plainly shows it Is a very happy ...
I. Has she forgotten? On this very May We were to meet here, with the birds and bees, As on that Sabbath, underneath ...
Your hands--they are strangely fair!O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--Fair--for the witchery of the spellThat ivory keys alone can ...
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 ...
O it was but a dream I had While the musician played!-- And here the sky, and here the glad Old ocean kissed ...
"_Where shall we land you, sweet_?"--Swinburne. All listlessly we float Out seaward in the boat That beareth Love. Our sails of purest snow Bend to ...
I. When my dreams come true--when my dreams come true-- Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the ...
There are many things that boys may know-- Why this and that are thus and so,-- Who made the world in the ...
I am tired of this! Nothing else but loving!Nothing else but kiss and kiss, Coo, and turtle-doving! Can't you change the order some? Hate ...
I put by the half-written poem,While the pen, idly trailed in my hand,Writes on--, "Had I words to complete it,Who'd ...
Illileo, the moonlight seemed lost across the vales--The stars but strewed the azure as an armor's scattered scales;The airs of ...
"Write me a rhyme of the present time". And the poet took his penAnd wrote such lines as the miser minds Hide ...
Bud, come here to your uncle a spell,And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell--For it's a secret and shore-'nuf ...
When Memory, with gentle hand,Has led me to that foreign landOf childhood days, I long to beAgain the boy on ...
Because her eyes were far too deepAnd holy for a laugh to leapAcross the brink where sorrow triedTo drown within ...
"Now who shall say he loves me not."He wooed her first in an atmosphere Of tender and low-breathed sighs;But the pang ...
"O Printerman of sallow face, And look of absent guile,Is it the 'copy' on your 'case' That causes you to smile?Or is it ...
If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped,And ne'er would nestle in your palm again;If the white feet into ...
The orchard lands of Long Ago!O drowsy winds, awake, and blowThe snowy blossoms back to me,And all the buds that ...
O her eyes are amber-fine-- Dark and deep as wells of wine, While her smile is like the noon Splendor of a day ...
Just the airiest, fairiest slip of a thing,With a Gainsborough hat, like a butterfly's wing,Tilted up at one side with ...
Her heart knew naught of sorrow, Nor the vaguest taint of sin--'Twas an ever-blooming blossom Of the purity within:And her hands knew ...
I. In youth he wrought, with eyes ablur, Lorn-faced and long of hair-- In youth--in youth he painted her A sister of the air-- Could ...
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