Old Spanish Song (Eugene Field Poems)
I'm thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heartWhen he--he came pursuing A love unused to art.Into the drowsy ...
I'm thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heartWhen he--he came pursuing A love unused to art.Into the drowsy ...
Through all the wind-blown aisles of May,Faint bells of perfume swing and fall.Within this apple-petalled wall(A gray east, flecked with ...
I looked in the brook and saw a face -Heigh-ho, but a child was I!There were rushes and willows in ...
Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills,and fire made solid in the flinty stone,thick-mass'd or scatter'd pebble, fire ...
Fire in the heavens, and fire along the hills, and fire made solid in the flinty stone, thick-massed or scattered ...
The song of a nightingale sent thro' a slumbrous valley,Low-lidded with twilight, and tranced with the dolorous sound,Tranced with a ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I looked in the brook and saw a face - Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and ...
They sleep within. . . . I cower to the earth, I waking, I only. High and cold thou dreamest, ...
Hear the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That ...
HEAR the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That ...
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That ...
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, "This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they ...
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With ...
Where Claribel low-lieth The breezes pause and die, Letting the rose-leaves fall: But the solemn oak-tree sigheth, Thick-leaved, ambrosial, With ...
There stood a Poplar, tall and straight; The fair, round Moon, uprisen late, Made the long shadow on the grass ...
I In barns we crouch, and under stacks of straw, Harking the storm that rides a hurtling legion Up the ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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