Stoves and sunshine (Eugene Field Poem)
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
Wonder -- is not precisely Knowing And not precisely Knowing not -- A beautiful but bleak condition He has not ...
Through what transports of Patience I reached the stolid Bliss To breathe my Blank without thee Attest me this and ...
'Tis so appalling -- it exhilarates -- So over Horror, it half Captivates -- The Soul stares after it, secure ...
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
At my feet the lapdogs of desire, I wont greet their fawning, least not yet, their foul breath would shrink ...
Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro' me, ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
O, Poverty! though from thy haggard eye, Thy cheerless mien, of every charm bereft, Thy brow that Hope's last traces ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth- It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny ...
WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress'd Twin ...
The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path--how soft to pace! This May -- ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
He Fill your bowl with roses: the bowl, too, have of crystal. Sit at the western window. Take the sun ...
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