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 ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
Coming, clean from the Maryland-endOf this great National Road of ours,Through your vast West; with the time to spend,Stopping for ...
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,To those who knew its boundless happiness.A simple old frame house--eight rooms in ...
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 ...
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
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 ...
To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
Within the sitting-room, the companyHad been increased in number. Two or threeYoung couples had been added: Emma King,Ella and Mary ...
The Hoosier Folk-Child--all unsung-- Unlettered all of mind and tongue; Unmastered, unmolested--made Most wholly frank and unafraid: Untaught of any school--unvexed Of law or creed--all ...
As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday, And lazily leaning back in my chair, Enjoying myself in a general way-- Allowing my thoughts a ...
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 ...
DAWNAs though a gipsy maiden with dim look, Sat crooning by the roadside of the year, So, Autumn, in thy strangeness, thou ...
I. Has she forgotten? On this very May We were to meet here, with the birds and bees, As on that Sabbath, underneath ...
John McKeen, in his rusty dress,His loosened collar, and swarthy throat,His face unshaven, and none the less,His hearty laugh and ...
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mindAs I think of my childhood so long left behind;The home ...
A song of Long Ago: Sing it lightly--sing it low-- Sing it softly--like the lisping of the lips we used to know When ...
Welladay! Here I lay You at rest--all worn away, O my pencil, to the tip Of our old companionship! Memory Sighs to see What you are, and ...
When Memory, with gentle hand,Has led me to that foreign landOf childhood days, I long to beAgain the boy on ...
_(Grandfather, musing.)_In childish days! O memory, You bring such curious things to me!--Laughs to the lip--tears to the eye,In looking on ...
For you, I could forget the gay Delirium of merriment,And let my laughter die away In endless silence of content. I could forget, ...
The orchard lands of Long Ago!O drowsy winds, awake, and blowThe snowy blossoms back to me,And all the buds that ...
Ah, help me! but her face and browAre lovelier than lilies areBeneath the light of moon and starThat smile as ...
But yesterday!...O blooms of May,And summer roses--Where-away?O stars above,And lips of loveAnd all the honeyed sweets thereof!O lad and lassAnd ...
I But yesterday I looked away O'er happy lands, where sunshine lay In golden blots, Inlaid with spots Of shade ...
The smiling face of a happy boy With its enchanted key Is now unlocking in memory My store of heartiest ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
Neglected now is the old guitar And moldering into decay; Fretted with many a rift and scar That the dull ...
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