The Doll’s Wooing (Eugene Field Poems)
The little French doll was a dear little dollTricked out in the sweetest of dresses;Her eyes were of hueA most ...
The little French doll was a dear little dollTricked out in the sweetest of dresses;Her eyes were of hueA most ...
O mother Venus, quit, I pray, Your violent assailing!The arts, forsooth, that fired my youth At last are unavailing;My blood ...
Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite As blithe a little maid as you.And, though her hair is snowy white, ...
Fair is the castle up on the hill— Hushaby, sweet my own!The night is fair, and the waves ...
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders,I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish all ...
O gracious jar,--my friend, my twin, Born at the time when I was born,--Whether tomfoolery you inspireOr animate with love's ...
HORACEWhen you were mine in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle, I'll not ...
SAILORYou, who have compassed land and sea, Now all unburied lie;All vain your store of human lore, For you were ...
Ovarus mine, Plant thou the vineWithin this kindly soil of Tibur; Nor temporal woes, Nor spiritual, knowsThe ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin';You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you dinna ...
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing ...
I stood upon the peak, amid the air; Below me lay the peopled, busy earth. Life, ...
Welcome, O truant stork! And where have you been so long? And do you bring that grace of spring ...
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees;For every flower I had a name— ...
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest,And a Franklin platter of ancient date Beareth ...
How cool and fair this cellar where My throne a dusky cask is;To do no thing but just to ...
O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I call,Dwelling at Antium, thou hast power to crownThe veriest clod with riches ...
Sweetheart, take this, a soldier said, "And bid me brave good-by;It may befall we ne'er shall wed, But love can ...
If our own life is the life of a flower (And that's what some sages are thinking),We should moisten ...
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, ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there;A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair;Some ...
I'm thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heartWhen he--he came pursuing A love unused to art.Into the drowsy ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play,And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais in ...
'Tis the time of the year's sundown, and flame Hangs on the maple bough; And June is the faded ...
One asketh:"Tell me, Myrson, tell me true:What's the season pleaseth you?Is it summer suits you best,When from harvest toil we ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,I will lead you away ...
With big tin trumpet and little red drum,Marching like soldiers, the children come!It 's this way and that way they ...
Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night,For yonder fares an angell yclad in raimaunt white,And yonder sings ...
You ask me, friend, Why I don't sendThe long since due-and-paid-for numbers; Why, songless, I ...
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,—A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years old!To ...
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