Blind (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
While the fierce Contest rages from afar,And hostile Pamphlets breathe alternate War:The carnal Priests at ev'ry Shock o'erthrown,Now trust to ...
IF thou'rt a drunkard, fond of ale and wine,And smokest vile mundungus without end,Cry out with speed, unto th' Pow'r ...
Dear M---- By way of saving time,I'll do this letter up in rhyme,Whose slim stream through four pages flowsEre one is ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
NOR War nor Peace, forever, old and young,But Strength my theme, whose song is yet unsung,The People's Strength, the deep ...
Up in the Highlands of ScotlandThe fairies are very rude;I do not know if all are so-Some of them may ...
I SCORN the man-a fool at most, And ignorant and blind-Who loves to go about and boast "He understands mankind."I thought I ...
Count not the ripples upon life's stream, our days;Nor eddying errors as a change misdeemOf current; mark thou wiselier, the ...
_Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversationsimilar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story_. --------Believing love was ...
The second time I lived on earth Was several hundred years ago;And-royal by my second birth- I know as much as most ...
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
My friend has left me, he has gone away;Before his time-so long before-he went.Bright was the dawn of his unended ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
I had rather write one word upon the rockOf ages than ten thousand in the sand.The rock of ages! lo ...
DEDICATED BY A CONTRIBUTOR TO THE COLLEGIAN,1830, TO THE EDITORS OF THE HARVARD ADVOCATE, 1876.'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,The ...
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
A TALE OF THE PENAL COLONY OF WEST AUSTRALIA."I'LL have it, I tell you! Curse you!-there!"The long knife glittered, was ...
All man's acts,Serious or trivial, all man's thoughts perchancePass not unmarked of angel eye, or God's.We know in daytime there ...
Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me seeThat Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,Thy generous spirit emulates the ...
AN ACADEMIC POEM1829-1879Read at the Commencement Dinner of the Alumni of HarvardUniversity, June 25, 1879.WHILE fond, sad memories all around ...
I, an Iroquois brave,Speak from my forest grave,Where by Utawa's wave I sleep in glory.Listen, pale faces, then,Let years roll back ...
Sir,As once a twelvemonth to the priest,Holy at Rome, here Antichrist,The Spanish king presents a jennetTo show his love, -- ...
THIS is our place of meeting; oppositeThat towered and pillared building: look at it;King's Chapel in the Second George's day,Rebellion ...
A Priestly--War I sing, and bloodless Field,And pious Chiefs, in Paper Warfare skill'd;Chiefs, that full oft have quarrell'd for their ...
THERE was a youth--but woe is me :I quite forgot his name, and he,Without some label round his neck,Is like ...
"Sine Cerere et Baccho friget Venus."In spite of all that poets tell us(For poets are but lying fellows)Of Cupid's flames, ...
Hark! the owlet flaps her wing,In the pathless dell beneath,Hark! night ravens loudly sing,Tidings of despair and death.--Horror covers all ...
NEW YORK, DECEMBER 3, 1873HANG out our banners on the stately towerIt dawns at last--the long-expected hour!The steep is climbed, ...
I At any moment love unheraldedComes, and is king. Then as, with a fallOf frost, the buds upon the hawthorn ...
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