To De Witt Miller (Eugene Field Poems)
Dear Miller: You and I despise The cad who gathers books to sell 'em, Be they but sixteen-mos in ...
Dear Miller: You and I despise The cad who gathers books to sell 'em, Be they but sixteen-mos in ...
I AM two brothers with one face, So which is the real man who can trace? (My wrongs are raging ...
O precious codex, volume, tome, Book, writing, compilation, workAttend the while I pen a pome, A jest, a jape, a ...
Thou poet-painter, preacher of great truth,Far more suggestive thine than written tomeLo, we return with thee to that vast dome,Dim ...
TO MY BOOKS.SILENT companions of the lonely hour, Friends, who can never alter or forsake, Who for inconstant roving have ...
I would have loved: there are no mates in heaven;I would be great: there is no pride in heaven;I would ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
These numbered cliffs and gnarls of masonry Outskeleton Time's central city, Rome; Whereof each arch, entablature, and dome Lies bare ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Three score and ten, the psalmist saith, And half my course is well-nigh run; I've had my flout at dusty ...
'Come, see,' said he, 'my four-foot shelf, A forty volume row; And every one I wrote myself, But that, of ...
The porter in the Pullman car Was charming, as they sometimes are. He scanned my baggage tags: "Are you The ...
At school I never gained a prize, Proving myself the model ass; Yet how I watched the wistful eyes, And ...
I keep collecting books I know I'll never, never read; My wife and daughter tell me so, And yet I ...
Dogs have a sense beyond our ken - At least my little Trixie had: Tail-wagging when I laughed, and when ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
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