What Chris’mas Fetched The Wigginses (James Whitcomb Riley Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
I.Leaving his mountain eyrie far behind, On mighty pinions swiftly borne away, The eagle bathes his plumage in the day—Such flight is ...
ADDRESSED TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER. THOU knowest, dear Florence, my sufferings of old, The struggles maintained with oppression for years, We shared them ...
God.See Chance. Providence.Know first, that Heav'n, and Earth's compacted Frame,And flowing Waters, and the starry Flame,And both the radiant Lights ...
I, Louis Marin, mariner, born on the Breton coast, Must pass from earth away, And, because wild remorse Pursues me--is my curse, My guilty ...
WINTER _We, whom God sets a task, Striving, who ne'er attain, We are the curst!--who ask Death, and still ask in vain. We, whom God ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour,In ev'ry age works miracles a store;Can Catos change to male coquets at ...
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
Where the pure Derwent's waters glide Along their mossy bed,Close by the river's verdant side, A castle rear'd its head.The antient pile ...
Character of ZAMOR , a bard—His passion for ACILOE , daughter of the Cazique who rules the valley—The Peruvian tribe ...
Storm at Land.See Tempest.Oft have I seen, when now the Farmer broughtThe Reaper to his yellow Fields, and boundHis Sheaves ...
Earth regained,And lone sea--shore where the great waves come inFrothed like a horse put to his heart--burst speed,Sobbing up--hill, note ...
I.THE morning air was freshly breathing,The morning mists were wildly wreathing;Day's earliest beams were kindling o'erThe wood-crowned hills and murmuring ...
There stands a City,-- neither large nor small,Its air and situation sweet and pretty;It matters very little -- if at ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
Whoe'er, of any sex or age,To heav'n above wou'd learn the way,His guide must be the sacred Page —Or else ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs,The not-incurious in God's handiwork(This man's-flesh he hath admirably made,Blown like a bubble, kneaded like ...
That you're a beast, and turn'd to grass,Is no strange news, nor ever was;At least to me, who once you ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
PART 1.A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,And the young winds fed it with silver dew,And it opened its fan-like ...
'Mother, Mother, here comes Malthus,Mother, hold me tight!Look! It's Mr. Malthus, Mother!Hide me out of sight.'This was the cry of ...
Blest by the song! (a bard, though humble, cries),That moves by Pity's power th' infuriate breast;Lures Mercy beaming from her ...
From the terrace here, where the hills indent, You can see the uttermost battlement Of the castle there; the Cliffords' home; Where the ...
1O! Solitude, my sweetest choicePlaces devoted to the night,Remote from tumult, and from noise,How you my restless thoughts delight!O Heavens! ...
A FA FableLuxus tumultus semper causa est.Lucullus Languish, student of the skies,And connoisseur of rarebits and mince pies,A bard by ...
Flood.See Deluge.-- Eridanus supreme of FloodsRush'd thro' the Forests, tore the lofty Woods,And rolling onward with a sweepy Sway,Bore Houses, ...
I.Sweet rural scene!Of flocks and green!At careless ease my limbs are spread;All nature stillBut yonder rill;And listening pines not o'er ...
'Thus do the generations of the earth Go to the grave and issue from the womb, Surviving still the imperishable change That renovates ...
Thence earthward tending, first we make the sun;Where, as at rest in light, a mediate point,A bright effect original of ...
HENRY,AGED EIGHT YEARS.Yellow leaves, how fast they flutter—woodland hollows thickly strewing, Where the wan October sunbeams scantly in the mid-day win,While ...
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