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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416595" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Donn Piatt Of Mac-O-Chee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Donn Piatt--of Mac-o-chee,--<br>Not the one of History,<br>Who, with flaming tongue and pen,<br>Scathes the vanities of men;<br>Not the one whose biting wit<br>Cuts pretense and etches it<br>On the brazen brow that dares<br>Filch the laurel that it wears:<br>Not the Donn Piatt whose praise<br>Echoes in the noisy ways<br>Of the faction, onward led<br>By the statesman!--But, instead,<br>Give the simple man to me,--<br>Donn Piatt of Mac-o-chee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Donn Piatt of Mac-o-chee!<br>Branches of the old oak tree,<br>Drape him royally in fine<br>Purple shade and golden shine!<br>Emerald plush of sloping lawn<br>Be the throne he sits upon!<br>And, O Summer sunset, thou<br>Be his crown, and gild a brow<br>Softly smoothed and soothed and calmed<br>By the breezes, mellow-palmed<br>As Erata's white hand agleam<br>On the forehead of a dream.--<br>So forever rule o'er me,<br>Donn Piatt of Mac-o-chee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Donn Piatt of Mac-o-chee:<br>Through a lilied memory<br>Plays the wayward little creek<br>Round thy home at hide-and-seek--<br>As I see and hear it, still<br>Romping round the wooded hill,<br>Till its laugh-and-babble blends<br>With the silence while it sends<br>Glances back to kiss the sight,<br>In its babyish delight,<br>Ere it strays amid the gloom<br>Of the glens that burst in bloom<br>Of the rarest rhyme for thee,<br>Donn Piatt of Mac-o-chee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Donn Piatt of Mac-o-chee!<br>What a darling destiny<br>Has been mine--to meet him there--<br>Lolling in an easy chair<br>On the terrace, while he told<br>Reminiscences of old--<br>Letting my cigar die out,<br>Hearing poems talked about;<br>And entranced to hear him say<br>Gentle things of Thackeray,<br>Dickens, Hawthorne, and the rest,<br>Known to him as host and guest--<br>Known to him as he to me--<br>Donn Piatt of Mac-o-chee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Not the one of History,
Who, with flaming tongue and pen,
Scathes the vanities of men;
Not the one whose biting wit
Cuts pretense and etches it
On the brazen brow that dares
Filch the laurel that it wears:
Not the Donn..."></div>
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