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 ...
The Hired Man's supper, which he sat before,In near reach of the wood-box, the stove-doorAnd one leaf of the kitchen-table, ...
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing ...
MAY 30, 1878,Dying for victory, cheer on cheerThundered on his eager ear. --CHARLES L. HOLSTEIN.IDeep, tender, firm and true, the Nation's ...
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
And you're the poet of this concern? I've seed your name in printA dozen times, but I'll be dern I'd 'a' never ...
Ha! My dear! I'm back again-- Vendor of Bohemia's wares! Lordy! How it pants a man Climbing up those awful stairs! Well, I've made ...
There was a curious quiet for a spaceDirectly following: and in the faceOf one rapt listener pulsed the flush and ...
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,And muses on the faces of the friends that he ...
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 ...
I.Time of crisp and tawny leaves,And of tarnished harvest sheaves,And of dusty grasses--weeds--Thistles, with their tufted seedsVoyaging the Autumn breezeLike ...
Written In Madison Caweln's "Lyrics and Idyls." Herein are blown from out the South Songs blithe as those of Pan's pursed mouth-- As ...
Thou Poet, who, like any lark, Dost whet thy beak and trill From misty morn till murky dark, Nor ever pipe thy fill: Hast ...
We're The Twins from Aunt Marinn's, Igo and Ago. When Dad comes, the show begins!-- Iram, coram, dago. Dad he says he named us ...
Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days-- Of the times as they ust to be;"Piller of Fi-er" and "Shakespeare's ...
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 ...
Only a dream! Her head is bentOver the keys of the instrument,While her trembling fingers go astrayIn the foolish tune she ...
"Write me a rhyme of the present time". And the poet took his penAnd wrote such lines as the miser minds Hide ...
The past is like a story I have listened to in dreamsThat vanished in the glory Of the Morning's early gleams;And--at my ...
I hail thee, Nessmuk, for the lofty tone Yet simple grace that marks thy poetry! True forester thou art, and still to ...
In fancy, always, at thy desk, thrown wide, Thy most betreasured books ranged neighborly-- The rarest rhymes of every land and sea And ...
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