Pan liveth (Eugene Field Poems)
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him;For vainly where the streamlets led ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him;For vainly where the streamlets led ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE)When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day,The fair Winfreda bode at ...
Fisherman Jim lived on the hillWith his bonnie wife an' his little boys;'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as blow ye ...
Marcus Varro went up and down The places where old books were sold;He ransacked all the shops in town For ...
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now;Don't rec'lect what't wuz about, ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -My heart turneth fondly to-dayWhere tinkle of tongues and patter of feetMake ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool—Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool;It brings ...
Krinken was a little child,—It was summer when he smiled.Oft the hoary sea and grimStretched its white arms out to ...
How breaks my heart to hear you say You feel the shadows fall about you! The gods ...
I like the Anglo-Saxon speech With its direct revealings;It takes a hold, and seems to reach 'Way down into your ...
Who should come up the road one dayBut the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay!And he whoaed his horse and he ...
Oh, had I lived in the good old days, When the Ichthyosaurus ramped around, ...
As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a ...
When the world is fast asleep, Along the midnight skies—As though it were a wandering cloud— The ghostly ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I ...
Eros is the god of love; He and I are hand-in-glove. All the gentle, gracious Muses ...
Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship—Steamed to the ocean adown the bay ...
The gods let slip that fiendish grip Upon me last week Sunday--No fiercer storm than racked my form ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;Then it's ...
Still serve me in my age, I pray, As in my youth, O faithful one;For years I've brushed thee every ...
Play that my knee was a calico mareSaddled and bridled for Bumpville;Leap to the back of this steed, if you ...
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss Way out into the big an' boundless west;I'd kill ...
The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away—"Fairest of all fair brides," he said, "Be thou ...
The angel host that sped last night, Bearing the wondrous news afar, Came in their ...
I.—TO MISTRESS BARBARAThere were three cavaliers, all handsome and true,On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo,And quoth to your ...
When, to despoil my native France, With flaming torch and cruel swordAnd boisterous drums her foeman comes, I curse him ...
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play;No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by ...
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG)Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands;A sullen rock in a sea ...
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy ...
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?'T is a pitiful sound to hear!It seems to chill you through and ...
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