Squire Hawkins’s Story (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
I hain't no hand at tellin' tales,Er spinnin' yarns, as the sailors say;Someway o' 'nother, language failsTo slide fer me ...
And there, in that ripe Summer-night, once moreA wintry coolness through the open doorAnd window seemed to touch each glowing ...
IHe called her in from me and shut the door.And she so loved the sunshine and the sky!--She loved them ...
O The South Wind and the Sun!How each loved the other oneFull of fancy--- full folly--Full of jollity and fun!How ...
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before ...
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,-- So ...
The summer winds is sniffin' round the bloomin' locus' trees;And the clover in the pastur is a big day fer the ...
I. When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said, At home, we needn't go that day), and none Of us ate ...
"I have twankled the strings of the twinkering rain; I have burnished the meteor's mail; I have bridled the wind When he whinnied ...
I dreamed I was a spider;A big, fat, hungry spider;A lusty, rusty spider With a dozen palsied limbs;With a dozen limbs ...
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 ...
Hi and whoop-hooray, boys! Sing a song of cheer!Here's a holiday, boys, Lasting half a year!Round the world, and half is Shadow we ...
Lay away the story,-- Though the theme is sweet, There's a lack of something yet, Leaves it incomplete:-- There's a nameless yearning-- Strangely undefined-- For a ...
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