The Maturity of James Whitcomb Riley: Fortune's Way with the Poet in the Prime of Life and AfterBobbs-Merrill Company, 1922 - 427 pàgines |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
The Maturity of James Whitcomb Riley: Fortune's Way with the Poet in the ... Marcus Dickey Visualització completa - 1922 |
The Maturity of James Whitcomb Riley: Fortune's Way with the Poet in the ... Marcus Dickey Visualització completa - 1922 |
The Maturity of James Whitcomb Riley: Fortune's Way with the Poet in the ... Marcus Dickey Visualització completa - 1922 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
actor appeared applause asked audience beautiful began Bill Nye Boone County Booth Tarkington Boston Bret Harte Burdette character Chickering Hall Club critics Dear delight dialect Dickens dollars dreams editor entertainment eyes fame feel Flying Islands genius glad Greenfield hand heart Henry Watterson Herald Hitt honor Hoosier Poet hope humor Indiana Indianapolis Journal J. W. RILEY James Whitcomb Riley Josh Billings knew Kokomo Tribune laughed lecture letter Lew Wallace literary living Lockerbie Street Longfellow magazine Mark Twain Myron Reed never newspaper night Old Swimmin'-Hole once paper platform poem poet's poetic poetry prose publisher recited remarked Rhymes Riley wrote Riley's seemed sketch smile song story success T. C. STEELE talk tell thing thought tion town tribute verse voice week words write York young youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 319 - Piper, pipe that song again :" So I piped ; he wept to hear. " Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe, Sing thy songs of happy cheer :" So I sung the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. " Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read...
Pàgina 191 - Now the salt tides seaward flow; Now the wild white horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. Children dear, let us away. This way, this way. Call her once before you go. Call once yet. In a voice that she will know : "Margaret! Margaret!
Pàgina 295 - I made me great works; I builded me houses; I planted me vineyards: I made me gardens and orchards, and I planted trees in them of all kind of fruits: I made me pools of water, to water therewith the wood that bringeth forth trees...
Pàgina 162 - For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor ; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.
Pàgina 206 - Mourn for the man of amplest influence, Yet clearest of ambitious crime, Our greatest yet with least pretence, Great in council and great in war, Foremost captain of his time, Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
Pàgina 319 - Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read." So he vanished from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear.
Pàgina 395 - Bewildered in its search, Bewildered with the cry: Lo, here! lo, there, the Church! Poor, sad Humanity Through all the dust and heat Turns back with bleeding feet, By the weary road it came, Unto the simple thought By the great Master taught, And that remaineth still: Not he that repeateth the name, But he that doeth the will!
Pàgina 296 - Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labor that I had labored to do; and, behold, all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
Pàgina 303 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God.