An old sweetheart of mine. An Old Sweetheart of Mine by James Whitcomb Riley 2019-01-16

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An Old Sweetheart of Mine

an old sweetheart of mine

As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design, I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine. When I should be her lover forever and a day, And she my faithful sweetheart till the golden hair was gray; And we should be so happy that when either's lips were dumb They would not smile in Heaven till the other's kiss had come. I can see the pink sunbonnet and the little checkered dress She wore when first I kissed her and she answered the caress With the written declaration that, as surely as the vine Grew round the stump, she loved me -- that old sweet heart of mine. The chords provided are my interpretation and their accuracy is not guaranteed. The 1886 publishing The Boss Girl began to publish new Riley literature regularly. Riley was influenced by many of the visitors to his father's home.

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an old sweetheart of mine

When all the air, to toss and quaff, made life a jubilee And changed the children's song and laugh to shrieks of ecstasy. And again I feel the pressure of her slender little hand, As we used to talk together of the future we had planned -- When I should be a poet, and with nothing else to do But write the tender verses that she set the music to: When we should live together in a cozy little cot Hid in a nest of roses, with a fairy garden-spot, Where the vines were ever fruited, and the weather ever fine, And the birds were ever singing for that old sweetheart of mine: When I should be her lover forever and a day, And she my faithful sweetheart till the golden hair was gray; And we should be so happy that when either's lips were dumb They would not smile in Heaven till the other's kiss had come. She thought I was crazy because I had it nearly memorized. In 1916 a group of prominent citizens from Indianapolis organized the Riley Memorial Association now the Riley Children's Foundation to build a children's hospital in memory of the Hoosier Poet. . Both Riley and Shinn were Indiana residents. When all the air, to toss and quaff, made life a jubilee And changed the children's song and laugh to shrieks of ecstasy.

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An Old Sweetheart of Mine by James Whitcomb Riley

an old sweetheart of mine

The color illustrations are postcards illustrated by Cobb Shinn, who is mainly known as a postcard artist. I included the next postcard because it has a portrait of James Whitcomb Riley. An Old Sweetheart Of Mine by James Whitcomb Riley As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of fancy till, in shadowy design, I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine. Riley loved children, but he never had any of his own; he also never married. An Old Sweetheart Of Mine Recorded by Sonny James Written by Richard Hollingsworth and Sonny James C Dm Walking down the streets of my hometown G7 C I'm back again to end my roaming around Dm I'm looking for the girl I left behind G7 C The one I love an old sweetheart of mine Dm I only meant to ramble for a while G7 C I said goodbye my heart was young and wild Dm I wonder if she missed me all the time G7 C The way I missed that old sweetheart of mine F Em F C I traveled traveled never could I find F C Dm A girl like that old sweetheart of mine C Dm I hear the church bells ring as I pass by G7 C There goes the happy groom and lovely bride Dm My heart stops beating as her eyes meet mine G7 C Too late I found that old sweetheart of mine Dm Walking down the streets of my hometown G7 C I'm on my way I guess I roam around Dm But as I go I leave my heart behind G7 C I'll always love that old sweetheart of mine Dm G7 C I'll always love that old sweetheart of mine banner2. With 19 full-page illustrations, I could cover my walls with Americana.

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He began writing for several newspapers, eventually working for the Indianapolis Journal in Indianapolis, Indiana writing miscellaneous articles, versifying whenever possible. Riley and his wife, Elizabeth Marine Riley, in a small cabin. This ever-restful sense of home, though shouts ring in the hall. Indiana honored Riley after his death in 1916 by burying him in Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis. The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low — to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes, And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke. He attempted to study law in his father's law office, however he found that the law was not for him, whereupon he took several different jobs in rapid succession. Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings, The voices of my children, and the mother as she sings, I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme When Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream.

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An Old Sweetheart of Mine. James Whitcomb Riley (1849

an old sweetheart of mine

Walking down the streets of my hometown I'm back again to end my roaming round I'm looking for the girl I left behind The one I love an old sweetheart of mine I only meant to 'round before a while I said goodbye my heart was young and wild I wonder if she missed me all the time The way I missed an old sweetheart of mine I traveled, traveled never could I find a girl Like an old sweetheart of mine I hear the church bells ring as I pass by There goes the happy groom and lovely bride My heart stops beating as her eyes meet Too late I found that old sweetheart of mine. The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes, And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke. As a result he began to tour the United States giving lectures, starting in the mid-1880s. A face of lily-beauty, with a form of airy grace, Floats out of my tobacco as the genii from the vase; And I thrill beneath the glances of a pair of azure eyes, As glowing as the summer and as tender as the skies. His parents named him after James Whitcomb, the governor of Indiana. This software was developed by John Logue.

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Is this her presence here with me, Or but a vain creation of a lover's memory? If the lyrics are in a long line, first paste to Microsoft Word or a similar word processor, then recopy and paste to key changer. Evidence points that he regretted his bachelorhood and childlessness. I still cry at the sweetness of it. The foundation also purchased the poet's home in his later years in downtown Indianapolis; it is maintained as a museum and today, the James Whitcomb Riley Museum Home is the only late-Victorian home in Indiana that is open to the public, and the country's only late-Victorian preservation, featuring authentic furniture and decor from that era. What a magical thing to share.

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An Old Sweetheart of Mine

an old sweetheart of mine

As one who cons at evening o'er an album, all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till, in a shadowy design, I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine. Riley was influenced by many of the visitors to his father's home. Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings, The voices of my children and the mother as she sings, I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme When Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream. ’T is a fragrant retrospection—for the loving thoughts that start Into being are like perfume from the blossom of the heart; And to dream the old dreams over is a luxury divine— When my truant fancy wanders with that old sweetheart of mine. A fair, illusive vision that would vanish into air Dared I even touch the silence with the whisper of a prayer? I can see the pink sunbonnet and the little checkered dress She wore when first I kissed her, and she answered the caress With the written declaration that, 'as surely as the vine Grew round the stump,' she loved me,—that old sweetheart of mine! The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes, And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco, and to vanish with the smoke. He would call this his permanent residence for the last 23 years of his life, although he eventually purchased his childhood home, and allowed his brother, John Riley, to live there.


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An Old Sweetheart of Mine by James Whitcomb Riley

an old sweetheart of mine

In 1893 he was invited to live at the residence of Charles and Magdalena Holstein within the Indianapolis neighborhood of Lockerbie. Yet with eagerness and rapture all my visions I resign To greet the living presence of that old sweetheart of mine. The easy chair the old bookshelves and prints along the wall; The rare Habanas in their box, or gaunt churchwarden stem That often wags, above the jar, derisively at them. In particular, he was able to pick up the cadence and character of the dialect of central Indiana and the travelers along the old National Road, which came through in the many poems he went on to write. The lamplight seems to glimmer with a flicker of surprise, As I turn it low to rest me of the dazzle in my eyes, And light my pipe in silence, save a sigh that seems to yoke Its fate with my tobacco and to vanish with the smoke. Autoplay next video As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in shadowy design I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine. Though I hear, beneath my study, like a fluttering of wings, The voices of my children, and the mother as she sings, I feel no twinge of conscience to deny me any theme When Care has cast her anchor in the harbor of a dream.

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