The Peter-Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
(THE TALE)Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing—Under my tree where I sit cometh the ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool—Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool;It brings ...
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?'T is a marvel of great renown!It blooms on the shore of the ...
Welcome, O truant stork! And where have you been so long? And do you bring that grace of spring ...
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night,For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white,And yonder sings ...
So, so, rock-a-by so!Off to the garden where dreamikins grow;And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes,And here is ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here,Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear!Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown -Search ...
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;The posies they are good to ...
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? 'T is a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins grow; And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes, ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white, And ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...
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