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 ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble doteEz to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,Our old ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
When I was broke in London in the fall of '89, I chanced to spy in Oxford Street this tantalizing ...
IThere, there, poor dog, my faithful friend, Pay you no heed unto my sorrow:But feast to-day while yet you may,— ...
(THE TALE)Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing—Under my tree where I sit cometh the ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by—Alas, the years have sneaked away And all is ...
In the market of Clare, so cheery the glareOf the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there;That I take ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him;For vainly where the streamlets led ...
The gods let slip that fiendish grip Upon me last week Sunday--No fiercer storm than racked my form ...
Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask Of wine solicits your attention;And roses fair, to deck your hair, And things too ...
Good old days--dear old days When my heart beat high and bold--When the things of earth seemed full of life, ...
Little All-Aloney's feetPitter-patter in the hall,And his mother runs to meetAnd to kiss her toddling sweet,Ere perchance he fall.He is, ...
There—let thy hands be folded Awhile in sleep's repose;The patient hands that wearied not,But earnestly and nobly wrought ...
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,— Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes;Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging— Swinging ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead,In agony I knelt and said:"0 God! what have I done,Or in what ...
The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here and there,The firelight ...
Swing high and swing lowWhile the breezes they blow -It's off for a sailor thy father would go;And it's here ...
I often wonder mother loves to creepUp to the garret where a cupboard stands,And sit upon the musty floor and ...
The year has been a tedious one-- A weary round of toil and sorrow, And, since it now at ...
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,—"Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever ...
There--let thy hands be folded Awhile in sleep's repose; The patient hands that wearied not, But earnestly and nobly wrought ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by-- Alas, the years have sneaked away And all ...
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - It's off for a sailor thy father would go; ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,-- "Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ...
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