In The South (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
There is a princess in the South About whose beauty rumors hum Like honey-bees about the mouth Of roses dewdrops falter from; And O ...
There is a princess in the South About whose beauty rumors hum Like honey-bees about the mouth Of roses dewdrops falter from; And O ...
There are many things that boys may know-- Why this and that are thus and so,-- Who made the world in the ...
I can't extend to every friend In need a helping hand--No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned;But ...
I. As one in sorrow looks upon The dead face of a loyal friend, By the dim light of New Year's dawn I saw ...
We are not always glad when we smile: Though we wear a fair face and are gay, And the world we deceive May ...
The merriment that followed was subdued--As though the story-teller's attitudeWere dual, in a sense, appealing quiteAs much to sorrow as ...
'Twas the height of the fete when we quitted the riot, And quietly stole to the terrace alone, Where, pale as the ...
_The Child-World--long and long since lost to view-- A Fairy Paradise!-- How always fair it was and fresh and new-- How every affluent ...
O in the depths of midnight What fancies haunt the brain! When even the sigh of the sleeper Sounds like a sob of ...
O her beautiful eyes! they are as blue as the dew On the violet's bloom when the morning is new, And the ...
"How did you rest, last night?"-- I've heard my gran'pap sayThem words a thousand times--that's right-- Jes them words thataway!As punctchul-like as ...
To the Elect of Love,--or side-by-sideIn raptest ecstasy, or sundered wideBy seas that bear no message to or froBetween the ...
In its color, shade and shine, 'T was a summer warm as wine, With an effervescent flavoring of flowered bough and vine, And ...
How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting Upon the dead sea of the Past!--A view--Sometimes an odor--or a rooster ...
Low hidden in among the forest trees An artist's tilted easel, ankle-deep In tousled ferns and mosses, and in these A fluffy water-spaniel, ...
The midnight is not more bewilderingTo her drowsed eyes, than to her ears, the soundOf dim, sweet singing voices, interwoundWith ...
She sang a song of May for me, Wherein once more I heardThe mirth of my glad infancy-- The orchard's earliest bird--The ...
Hereafter! O we need not waste Our smiles or tears, whatever befall: No happiness but holds a taste Of something sweeter, after all;-- No depth ...
THEY all climbed up on a high board-fence--- Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes--- Nine little Goblins that had no ...
It hain't no use to grumble and complane; It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice. -- When God sorts ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
The ripest peach is highest on the tree -- And so her love, beyond the reach of me, Is dearest ...
Who has not wanted, does not guess What plenty is.--Who has not groped In depths of doubt and hopelessness, Has ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
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