A Dream Of Long Ago (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
Lying listless in the mossesUnderneath a tree that tossesFlakes of sunshine, and embosses Its green shadow with the snow--Drowsy-eyed, I sink ...
Lying listless in the mossesUnderneath a tree that tossesFlakes of sunshine, and embosses Its green shadow with the snow--Drowsy-eyed, I sink ...
In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfoldIs given ...
They called him Mr. What's-his-name:From where he was, or why he came,Or when, or what he found to do,Nobody in ...
"I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; I have burnished the meteor's mail; I have bridled the wind When he whinnied ...
_"Lord, I believe: help Thou mine unbelief."_We must believe--Being from birth endowed with love and trust--Born unto loving;--and how simply ...
It tossed its head at the wooing breeze; And the sun, like a bashful swain,Beamed on it through the waving trees With ...
O the waiting in the watches of the night! In the darkness, desolation, and contrition and affright; The awful hush that holds ...
The Beautiful City! ForeverIts rapturous praises resound;We fain would behold it-- but neverA glimpse of its dory is found:We slacken ...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and ...
AFTER LEE O. HARRISThe master-hand whose pencils trace This wondrous landscape of the morn,Is but the sun, whose glowing faceReflects the ...
The warm pulse of the nation has grown chill; The muffled heart of Freedom, like a knell,Throbs solemnly for one whose ...
I. An afternoon as ripe with heat As might the golden pippin be With mellowness if at my feet It dropped now from the ...
There is a princess in the South About whose beauty rumors hum Like honey-bees about the mouth Of roses dewdrops falter from; And O ...
1The kind of a man for you and me!He faces the world unflinchingly,And smites, as long as the wrong resists,With ...
Leonainie--Angels named her; And they took the lightOf the laughing stars and framed her In a smile of white; And they made her ...
I. As one in sorrow looks upon The dead face of a loyal friend, By the dim light of New Year's dawn I saw ...
The harp of the minstrel has never a tone As sad as the song in his bosom to-night,For the magical touch ...
When Memory, with gentle hand,Has led me to that foreign landOf childhood days, I long to beAgain the boy on ...
Reach your hand to me, my friend, With its heartiest caress-- Sometime there will come an end To its present faithfulness-- Sometime I may ...
O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy!What canopied king might not covet the joy?The glory and peace ...
"He shall sleep unscathed of thievesWho loves Allah and believes."Thus heard one who shared the tent,In the far-off Orient,Of the ...
When Dicky was sick In the night, and the clock, As he listened, said "Tick- Atty--tick-atty--tock!" He said that _it_ said, Every time it said ...
O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the ...
"The voice of One hath spoken, And the bended reed is bruised--The golden bowl is broken, And the silver cord is loosed."Over ...
Leave him here in the freshgreening grasses and treesAnd the symbols of love, and the solace of these-The saintly white ...
The touches of her hands are like the fall Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of down The peach just brushes 'gainst ...
The dawn of the day was dreary, And the lowering clouds o'erheadWept in a silent sorrow Where the sweet sunshine lay dead;And ...
To the Elect of Love,--or side-by-sideIn raptest ecstasy, or sundered wideBy seas that bear no message to or froBetween the ...
I. Thou dread, uncanny thing, With fuzzy breast and leathern wing, In mad, zigzagging flight, Notching the dusk, and buffeting The black cheeks of the ...
The touches of her hands are like the fall Of velvet snowflakes; like the touch of downThe peach just brushes 'gainst ...
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