The Wife-Blessed (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
I. In youth he wrought, with eyes ablur, Lorn-faced and long of hair-- In youth--in youth he painted her A sister of the air-- Could ...
I. In youth he wrought, with eyes ablur, Lorn-faced and long of hair-- In youth--in youth he painted her A sister of the air-- Could ...
I find an old deserted nest, Half-hidden in the underbrush:A withered leaf, in phantom jest, Has nestled in it like a thrushWith ...
OH! the old swimmin'-hole! whare the crick so still and deep Looked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep, ...
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