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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
1 The Hired Man TalksThere's old man Willards; an' his wife;An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;An' ...
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 ...
'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover may At ...
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,His intentions were good--but oh, how sad For a person to think How the veriest pinkAnd ...
A fantasy that came to me As wild and wantonly designedAs ever any dream might be Unraveled from a madman's mind,--A tangle-work ...
"They ain't much 'tale' about it!" Noey said.--"K'tawby grapes wuz gittin' good-n-redI rickollect; and Tubb Kingry and me'Ud kindo' browse ...
Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,You allus ...
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 ...
IOnce, in a dream, I saw a man With haggard face and tangled hair,And eyes that nursed as wild a care As ...
IHe was a Dreamer of the Days: Indolent as a lazy breezeOf midsummer, in idlest ways Lolling about in the shade of ...
As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday, And lazily leaning back in my chair, Enjoying myself in a general way-- Allowing my thoughts a ...
O soul of mine, look out and see My bride, my bride that is to be! Reach out with mad, impatient hands,And ...
"When it's _got_ to be,"--like! always say, As I notice the years whiz past,And know each day is a yesterday, When we ...
DAWNAs though a gipsy maiden with dim look, Sat crooning by the roadside of the year, So, Autumn, in thy strangeness, thou ...
Old friend of mine, whose chiming name Has been the burthen of a rhyme Within my heart since first I came To know ...
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 ...
Out at Woodruff Place--afar From the city's glare and jar, With the leafy trees, instead Of the awnings, overhead; With the shadows cool and ...
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 ...
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 ...
With a sweeter voice than birds Dare to twitter in their sleep,Pipe for me a tune of words, Till my dancing fancies ...
Thou Poet, who, like any lark, Dost whet thy beak and trill From misty morn till murky dark, Nor ever pipe thy fill: Hast ...
It's many's the scenes which is dear to my mindAs I think of my childhood so long left behind;The home ...
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