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, ...
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks thetimeOf the clockworks of my nature, I desire to ...
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 ...
IHe was a Dreamer of the Days: Indolent as a lazy breezeOf midsummer, in idlest ways Lolling about in the shade of ...
O soul of mine, look out and see My bride, my bride that is to be! Reach out with mad, impatient hands,And ...
'Twas a Funny Little Fellow Of the very purest type,For he had a heart as mellow As an apple over ripe;And the ...
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 ...
Herr Weiser--! Three-score-years-and-ten--,A hale white rose of his country-men,Transplanted here in the Hoosier loam,And blossomy as his German home--As blossomy ...
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 ...
First the teacher called the roll, Clos't to the beginnin', "Addeliney Bowersox!" Set the school a-grinnin'. Wintertime, and stingin'-cold When the session took up-- Cold as ...
He seemed so strange to me, every way-- In manner, and form, and size, From the boy I knew but yesterday,-- I could ...
The past is like a story I have listened to in dreamsThat vanished in the glory Of the Morning's early gleams;And--at my ...
I saw a man--and envied him beside-- Because of this world's goods he had great store;But even as I envied him, ...
"He is my friend," I said,-- "Be patient!" Overhead The skies were drear and dim; And lo! the thought of him Smited on my heart--and ...
Far in the night, and yet no rest for him! The pillow next his own The wife's sweet face in slumber ...
Last night-- how deep the darkness was!And well I knew its depths, becauseI waded it from shore to shore,Thinking to ...
Time is so long when a man is dead!Some one sews; and the room is madeVery clean; and the light ...
A goddess, with a siren's grace,-- A sun-haired girl on a craggy place Above a bay where fish-boats lay Drifting ...
You better not fool with a Bumblebee! -- Ef you don't think they can sting -- you'll see! They're lazy ...
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