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 ...
Wintertime, er Summertime, Of late years I notice I'm, Kindo'-like, more subjec' to What the _weather_ is. Now, you Folks 'at lives in town, I ...
I hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
Another hero of those youthful yearsReturns, as Noey Bixler's name appears.And Noey--if in any special way--Was notably good-natured.--Work or playHe ...
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 ...
'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover may At ...
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 ...
"Hey, Bud! O Bud!" rang out a gleeful call,--"_The Loehrs is come to your house!_" And a smallBut very much ...
ISONG With a hey! and a hi! and a hey-ho rhyme! O the shepherd lad He is ne'er so glad As when he pipes, ...
How tired I am! I sink down all alone Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,Even as a child I ...
THE OLD SNOW-MANHo! the old Snow-Man That Noey Bixler made!He looked as fierce and sassy As a soldier on parade!--'Cause Noey, when ...
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 ...
"I'm home again, my dear old Room, I'm home again, and happy, too,As, peering through the brightening gloom, I find myself alone ...
O soul of mine, look out and see My bride, my bride that is to be! Reach out with mad, impatient hands,And ...
O the drum! There is some Intonation in thy grum Monotony of utterance that strikes the spirit dumb, As we hear Through the clear And unclouded ...
No song is mine of Arab steed-- My courser is of nobler blood,And cleaner limb and fleeter speed, And greater strength and ...
How many of my selves are dead? The ghosts of many haunt me: Lo,The baby in the tiny bedWith rockers on, ...
A lover said, "O Maiden, love me well,For I must go away:And should ANOTHER ever come to tellOf love--What WILL ...
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 ...
I heard the bells at midnight Ring in the dawning year;And above the clanging chorus Of the song, I seemed to hearA ...
_"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 ...
A monument for the Soldiers! And what will ye build it of? Can ye build it of marble, or brass, or bronze, Outlasting ...
_Piped to the Spirit of John Keats._ I. Would that my lips might pour out in thy praise A fitting melody--an air sublime,-- A ...
Wilful we are in our infirmityOf childish questioning and discontent.Whate'er befalls us is divinely meant--Thou Truth the clearer for thy ...
With a sweeter voice than birds Dare to twitter in their sleep,Pipe for me a tune of words, Till my dancing fancies ...
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