Sister’s cake (Eugene Field Poems)
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
It had five chimneys, had that Inn, (As every man has senses five, The while upon earth he bides alive) ...
When I rode with young Sid Kidman out across the Yarrowie Plain --In that year the Long Drought ended, and ...
About the dead dark o' the night,Ere the first cock clapped his wing,The Hun Lord's soul had wandered far —A ...
Oh, the wind from the desert blew in! — KhamsinThe wind from the desert blew in! It blew from the ...
ENTER the unremembered city:Command before your eyes, call forthTo horrified sight those whom even the keenestAmong you have forgotten: stare:Like ...
I met a wizened woman As I walked on the heath, She had an old black bonnet Her small eyes ...
If it were only still!—With far away the shrillCrying of a cock;Or the shaken bellFrom a cow's throatMoving through the ...
And then they pretend like owls With marble eyes and wizened stupidity I do not know why they cannot perceive ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
I Through my bedroom window The coal carts jolted over the cobbles A slow heavy rhythm full, Light and fast ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
1 Against the stone breakwater, Only an ominous lapping, While the wind whines overhead, Coming down from the mountain, Whistling ...
When I put her out, once, by the garbage pail, She looked so limp and bedraggled, So foolish and trusting, ...
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
All through that summer at ease we lay, And daily from the turret wall We watched the mowers in the ...
If it were only still!- With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From a ...
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