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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
My little story, Cousin Rufus said,Is not so much a story as a fact.It is about a certain willful boy--An ...
A Child-World, yet a wondrous world no less,To those who knew its boundless happiness.A simple old frame house--eight rooms in ...
A king--estranged from his loving Queen By a foolish royal whim--Tired and sick of the dull routine Of matters surrounding him--Issued a ...
All seemed delighted, though the elders more,Of course, than were the children.--Thus, beforeMuch interchange of mirthful compliment,The story-teller said _his_ ...
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you were,With your back-tilted hat and careless hair,And open, honest, fresh, fair face and ...
Up and down old Brandywine, In the days 'at's past and gone--With a dad-burn hook-and line And a saplin' pole--swawn! I've had more ...
Within the sitting-room, the companyHad been increased in number. Two or threeYoung couples had been added: Emma King,Ella and Mary ...
Young Philiper Flash was a promising lad,His intentions were good--but oh, how sad For a person to think How the veriest pinkAnd ...
"They ain't much 'tale' about it!" Noey said.--"K'tawby grapes wuz gittin' good-n-redI rickollect; and Tubb Kingry and me'Ud kindo' browse ...
Old wortermelon time is a-comin' round again, And they ain't no man a-livin' any tickleder'n me,Fer the way I hanker after ...
Oh! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, And the ...
How many of my selves are dead? The ghosts of many haunt me: Lo,The baby in the tiny bedWith rockers on, ...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the ...
Had a hare-lip-- Joney had:Spiled his looks, and Joney knowed it:Fellers tried to bore him, bad--But ef ever he got ...
I.Time of crisp and tawny leaves,And of tarnished harvest sheaves,And of dusty grasses--weeds--Thistles, with their tufted seedsVoyaging the Autumn breezeLike ...
I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone-- And all her sisters married off, and none but her ...
Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine,In those old days of the lost sunshineOf youth-- when the Saturday's chores were through,And ...
Wilful we are in our infirmityOf childish questioning and discontent.Whate'er befalls us is divinely meant--Thou Truth the clearer for thy ...
_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_Friend of my earliest youth, Can't you arrange to come downAnd visit a ...
A NEW VERSION BY LEE O. HARRIS AND JAMESWHITCOMB RILEY"You are old, Father William, and though one would think All the ...
Leonainie--Angels named her; And they took the lightOf the laughing stars and framed her In a smile of white; And they made her ...
Take a feller 'at's sick and laid up on the shelf, All shaky, and ga'nted, and pore-- Jes all so knocked out ...
The same old story told again-- The maiden droops her head,The ripening glow of her crimson cheek Is answering in her stead.The ...
He seemed so strange to me, every way-- In manner, and form, and size, From the boy I knew but yesterday,-- I could ...
IIn the evening of our days, When the first far stars aboveGlimmer dimmer, through the haze, Than the dewy eyes of love,Shall ...
Where are they?--the friends of my childhood enchanted--The clear, laughing eyes looking back in my own,And the warm, chubby fingers ...
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