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Uncle Sidney To Marcellus Uncle Sidney To Marcellus

Uncle Sidney To Marcellus
Marcellus, won't you tell us-- Truly tell us, if you can,-- What will you be, Marcellus, When you get to be a man? You turn, with never answer But to the band that plays.-- O rapt and eerie dancer, What of your future days? Far in the years before us We dreamers see your fame, While song and praise in chorus Make music of your name. And though our dreams foretell us As only... Poems - Post by : Michael_Chris - Date : February 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 753

I Smoke My Pipe I Smoke My Pipe

I Smoke My Pipe
I can't extend to every friend In need a helping hand-- No matter though I wish it so, 'Tis not as Fortune planned; But haply may I fancy they Are men of different stripe Than others think who hint and wink,-- And so--I smoke my pipe! A golden coal to crown the bowl-- My pipe and I alone,-- I sit and muse with idler views Perchance than I should own:-- It might be worse to own the... Poems - Post by : 26chris - Date : February 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 2889

Be Our Fortunes As They May Be Our Fortunes As They May

Be Our Fortunes As They May
Be our fortunes as they may, Touched with loss or sorrow, Saddest eyes that weep to-day May be glad to-morrow. Yesterday the rain was here, And the winds were blowing-- Sky and earth and atmosphere Brimmed and overflowing. But to-day the sun is out, And the drear November We were then so vexed about Now we scarce remember. Yesterday you lost a friend-- Bless your heart and love it!-- For you scarce could... Poems - Post by : tony5147 - Date : February 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 1656

A Hobo Voluntary A Hobo Voluntary

A Hobo Voluntary
Oh, the hobo's life is a roving life; It robs pretty maids of their heart's delight-- It causes them to weep and it causes them to mourn For the life of a hobo, never to return. The hobo's heart it is light and free, Though it's Sweethearts all, farewell, to thee!-- Farewell to thee, for it's far away The homeless hobo's footsteps stray. In the morning bright, or the dusk so dim, It's any path is the one for him! He'll take his chances, long or short, For to meet... Poems - Post by : pauli - Date : February 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 1239

Back From Town Back From Town

Back From Town
Old friends allus is the best, Halest-like and heartiest: Knowed us first, and don't allow We're so blame much better now! They was standin' at the bars When we grabbed "the kivvered kyars" And lit out fer town, to make Money--and that old mistake! We thought then the world we went Into beat "The Settlement," And the friends 'at we'd make there Would beat any anywhere!-- And they do--fer that's their biz: They beat all the friends they is-- 'Cept the raal old friends like you... Poems - Post by : Rickster - Date : February 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 1877

To Young E. Allison--bookman To Young E. Allison--bookman

To Young E. Allison--bookman
The bookman he's a humming-bird-- His feasts are honey-fine,-- (With hi! hilloo! And clover-dew And roses lush and rare!) _His_ roses are the phrase and word Of olden tomes divine; (With hi! and ho! And pinks ablow And posies everywhere!) The Bookman he's a humming-bird,-- He steals from song to song-- He scents the ripest-blooming rhyme, And takes his heart... Poems - Post by : wildgingerinn - Date : February 2011 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 1569

God Bless Us Every One God Bless Us Every One

God Bless Us Every One
(From "Sketches in Prose.") "God bless us every one!" prayed Tiny Tim, Crippled, and dwarfed of body, yet so tall Of soul, we tiptoe earth to look on him, High towering over all. He loved the loveless world, nor dreamed, indeed, That it, at best, could give to him, the while, But pitying glances, when his only need Was but a cheery smile. And thus he prayed, "God bless us every one!" Enfolding all the creeds within the span Of his child-heart; and so, despising none, Was nearer saint than man. I like to fancy God, in Paradise, Lifting a finger... Poems - Post by : Rob_Jean - Date : September 2010 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 981

Last Christmas Was A Year Ago Last Christmas Was A Year Ago

Last Christmas Was A Year Ago
(THE OLD LADY SPEAKS.) Last Christmas was a year ago Says I to David, I-says-I, "We're goin' to mornin' service, so You hitch up right away: I'll try To tell the girls jes what to do Fer dinner. We'll be back by two." I didn't wait to hear what he Would more'n like say back to me, But banged the stable-door and flew Back to the house, jes plumb chilled through. Cold! _Wooh!_ how cold it was! My-oh! Frost flyin', and the air, you know-- "Jes sharp enough," heerd David swear, "To shave a man and cut his hair!" And blow... Poems - Post by : Tuddy - Date : September 2010 - Author : James Whitcomb Riley - Read : 814