A Country Pathway (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
I come upon it suddenly, alone-- A little pathway winding in the weedsThat fringe the roadside; and with dreams my own, I ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
In words like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er, Like coarsest clothes against the cold; But that large grief which these enfoldIs given ...
Mellow hazes, lowly trailing Over wood and meadow, veiling Somber skies, with wildfowl sailing Sailor-like to foreign lands; And the north-wind overleaping Summer's brink, and ...
This is "The old Home by the Mill"--far we still call it so, Although the old mill, roof and sill, is ...
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