“Chris’mus comes but onc’t a year!” (James Whitcomb Riley) More Poetry from James Whitcomb Riley: James Whitcomb Riley Poems based on Topics:Night,Mothers,Winter,Vacation The Old-Home Folks (James Whitcomb Riley Poems) What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses (James Whitcomb Riley Poems...
CHRISTMAS POEMS.Riley, James WhitcombPress of Ward Schori
作者:Riley, James Whitcomb 页数:182 定价:$ 25.71 ISBN:9781179988597 豆瓣评分 目前无人评价 评价: 写笔记 写书评 加入购书单 分享到 内容简介· ··· This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor picture...
~James Whitcomb Riley Song When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows...
by James Whitcomb Riley Reach your hand to me, my friend, With its heartiest caress – Sometime there will come an end To its present faithfulness – Sometime I may ask in vain For the touch of it again, When between us land or sea ...
作者:Riley, Deceased James Whitcomb 出版社:Rarebooksclub.com 出版年:2012-5 页数:32 定价:$ 15.98 装帧:平装 ISBN:9781151646415 豆瓣评分 目前无人评价 评价: 写笔记 写书评 加入购书单 分享到 推荐 我要写书评 The Days Gone by and Other Poems的书评 ···(全部 0 条)...
James Whitcomb Riley(1849 –1916) A word of Godspeed and good cheer To all on earth, or far or near, Or friend or foe, or thine or mine – In echo of the voice divine, Heard when the star bloomed forth and lit The world’s face, with God’s smile on it. ...
by James Whitcomb Riley I cannot say and I will not sayThat she is dead, she is just away.With a cheery smile and a wave of handShe has wandered into an unknown land;And left us dreaming how very fairIts needs must be, since she lingers there.And you-oh you, who the wildest year...
#5 From “We Must Get Home” by James Whitcomb Riley We must get home! How could we stray like this? – So far from home, we know not where it is, – Only in some fair, apple-blossomy place Of children’s faces – and the mother’s face – ...
By James Whitcomb Riley What delightful guests are they Life and Love! Lingering I turn away, This late hour, yet glad enough They have not witheld from me Their high hospitality. So with face lit with delight And all gratitude, I stay Yet to press their hands and say,“Thanks. So fine...