What Chris’mas Fetched The Wigginses (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Some peoples thinks they ain't no Fairies _now_No more yet!--But they _is_, I bet! 'Cause efThey _wuzn't_ Fairies, nen I' ...
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
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, ...
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 ...
'I muse to-day, in a listless way, In the gleam of a summer land;I close my eyes as a lover may At ...
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 ...
I. Tugg Martin's tough.--No doubt o' that! And down there at The town he come from word's bin sent Advisin' this-here Settle-ment To kindo' _humor_ ...
Fer forty year and better you have been a friend to me,Through days of sore afflictions and dire adversity,You allus ...
"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 ...
Lying listless in the mossesUnderneath a tree that tossesFlakes of sunshine, and embosses Its green shadow with the snow--Drowsy-eyed, I sink ...
Our three cats is Maltese cats, An' they's two that's white,-- An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's 'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.-- Uncle say ...
I' got no patience with blues at all! And I ust to kindo talk Aginst 'em, and claim, 'tel along last Fall, They ...
Scene.--_A kitchen.--Group of Children, popping corn.--The Fairy Queenof the Seasons discovered in the smoke of the corn-popper.--Waving herwand, and, with ...
The stars are falling, and the skyIs like a field of faded flowers;The winds on weary wings go by;The moon ...
There are many things that boys may know-- Why this and that are thus and so,-- Who made the world in the ...
I. In the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now-- O! No! No! Then, as I remember, Snowballs, to eat, Were as ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird, And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
All hope of rest withdrawn me?-- What dread command hath put This awful curse upon me-- The curse of the wandering foot! Forward and ...
I Winter without And warmth within; The winds may shout And the storm begin; The snows may pack At the window pane, And the skies grow black, And ...
The harp of the minstrel has never a tone As sad as the song in his bosom to-night,For the magical touch ...
When snow is here, and the trees look weird,And the knuckled twigs are gloved with frost;When the breath congeals in ...
There is ever a song somewhere, my dear;There is ever a something sings alway:There's the song of the lark when ...
Her heart knew naught of sorrow, Nor the vaguest taint of sin--'Twas an ever-blooming blossom Of the purity within:And her hands knew ...
If I knew what poets know, Would I write a rhymeOf the buds that never blow In the summer-time?Would I sing of ...
By her white bed I muse a little space: She fell asleep--not very long ago,-- And yet the grass was here and ...
When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's All out-o'-doors, our "Old-Kriss"-milkman goes A-drivin' round, ist purt'-nigh froze to death, With his ...
New Castle, July 4, 1878 or a hundred years the pulse of time Has throbbed for Liberty; For a hundred ...
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows Cool even now the fevered sight that knows No more its airy visions ...
O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare, You'll have me, too, the side o' you, ...
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