Sister’s cake (Eugene Field Poems)
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived ...
To Imagination Whilst yet mine Eyes do surfeit with delight, My woeful Heart, imprison'd in my breast, Wisheth to be ...
Truce, gentle Love, a parley now I crave; Methinks 'tis long since first these wars begun; Nor thou nor I ...
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"? How falls it out so strangely you reply? I tell ye, ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
They tell me thou art rich, my country: gold In glittering flood has poured into thy chest; Thy flocks and ...
I never stoop'd so low, as they Which on an eye, cheeke, lip, can prey, Seldom to them, which soare ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
He stared up into my eyes with a look I can almost see now. He had that look in his ...
Believe not those who say The upward path is smooth, Lest thou shouldst stumble in the way And faint before ...
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
Twice ten years old not fully told since nature gave me breath, My race is run, my thread spun, lo, ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
MAXWELL, if merit here you crave, That merit I deny; You save fair Jessie from the grave!- An Angel could ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
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