The Ride To Bumpville (Eugene Field Poems)
Play that my knee was a calico mareSaddled and bridled for Bumpville;Leap to the back of this steed, if you ...
Play that my knee was a calico mareSaddled and bridled for Bumpville;Leap to the back of this steed, if you ...
From early dawn the thirtieth of AprilIs given up to children of the town,And caught in trying on the festive ...
The shopping had been tedious, and the rainCame pelting down as she turned home again.The motor-bus ...
I've watched him change from his bibs and things, from bonnets known as "cute,"To little frocks, and later on I ...
The gingham dog and the calico catSide by side on the table sat;'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you ...
I fought I was hep to the whole string o' fairiesNot one o' the bunch could put me to the ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, ...
The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; 'T was half-past twelve, and (what ...
Good morning, Life--and all Things glad and beautiful. My pockets nothing hold, But he that owns the gold, The Sun, ...
WHO dat knockin' at de do'? Why, Ike Johnson, -- yes, fu' sho! Come in, Ike. I's mighty glad You ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
The sun rose like a tarnished looking-glass to catch the sun and flash His hot message at the missionaries below-- ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
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