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| 3991. | The Upas Tree by Alexander Pushkin | | Deep in the desert's misery,
far in the fury of the sand,
there stands the awesome Upas Tree
lone watchman of a lifeless land.
The wilderness, a... |
| 3992. | The Water-Nymph by Alexander Pushkin | | In lakeside leafy groves, a friar
Escaped all worries; there he passed
His summer days in constant prayer,
Deep studies and eternal fast.
Already ... |
| 3993. | Little Orphant Annie by James Whitcomb Riley | | INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION
To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous ... |
| 3994. | When the Frost is on the Punkin by James Whitcomb Riley | | When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of ... |
| 3995. | The Ripest Peach by James Whitcomb Riley | | The ripest peach is highest on the tree --
And so her love, beyond the reach of me,
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow
Her heart down to... |
| 3996. | Knee-Deep in June by James Whitcomb Riley | | Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
Like to jes' ... |
| 3997. | A Parting Guest by James Whitcomb Riley | | What delightful hosts are they --
Life and Love!
Lingeringly I turn away,
This late hour, yet glad enough
They have not withheld from me... |
| 3998. | A Poet's Wooing by James Whitcomb Riley | | I woo'd a woman once,
But she was sharper than an eastern wind.
Tennyson
"What may I do to make you glad,
To make you glad and free,
Till your ... |
| 3999. | At Broad Ripple by James Whitcomb Riley | | Oh luxury! Beyond the heat
And dust of town, with dangling feet
Astride the rock below the dam,
In the cool shadows where the calm
Rests on th... |
| 4000. | A Passing Hail by James Whitcomb Riley | | Let us rest ourselves a bit!
Worry?-- wave your hand to it --
Kiss your finger-tips and smile
It farewell a little while.
Weary of the weary ... |
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