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 ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
Coming, clean from the Maryland-endOf this great National Road of ours,Through your vast West; with the time to spend,Stopping for ...
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 ...
1 The Hired Man TalksThere's old man Willards; an' his wife;An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;An' ...
It's a mystery to see me--a man o' fifty-four,Who's lived a cross old bachelor fer thirty year' and more--A-lookin' glad ...
"Hey, Bud! O Bud!" rang out a gleeful call,--"_The Loehrs is come to your house!_" And a smallBut very much ...
I'm one o' these cur'ous kind o' chapsYou think you know when you don't, perhaps!I hain't no fool--ner I don't ...
Tom Van Arden, my old friend, Our warm fellowship is oneFar too old to comprehend Where its bond was first begun: Mirage-like before ...
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 ...
O soul of mine, look out and see My bride, my bride that is to be! Reach out with mad, impatient hands,And ...
"Best time to kill a hog's when he's fat." --Old Saw.Mostly folks is law-abidin'Down on Wriggle Crick--,Seein' they's no Squire ...
They called him Mr. What's-his-name:From where he was, or why he came,Or when, or what he found to do,Nobody in ...
I am tired of this! Nothing else but loving!Nothing else but kiss and kiss, Coo, and turtle-doving! Can't you change the order some? Hate ...
He faced his canvas (as a seer whose kenPierces the crust of this existence through)And smiled beyond on that his ...
There's a space for good to bloom in Every heart of man or woman,--And however wild or human, Or however brimmed with ...
I woo'd a woman once, But she was sharper than an eastern wind. Tennyson "What may I do to make ...
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