Chicago Weather (Eugene Field Poem)
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
On the Banks of the Severn a desperate Maid (Whom some Shepherd, neglecting his Vows, had betray'd,) Stood resolving to ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Virtue runs before the muse And defies her skill, She is rapt, and doth refuse To wait a painter's will. ...
To disappear enhances -- The Man that runs away Is tinctured for an instant With Immortality But yesterday a Vagrant ...
I found the words to every thought I ever had -- but One -- And that -- defies me -- ...
How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way -- Of River or of Ridge beyond Was ...
Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on ...
Colours fade into nameless shades of grey and where the tonsure of bas-relief crudely stands effete, semantic symbolism degrades into ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Bound, hungry to pluck again from the thousand technologies of ecstasy boundlessness, the world that at a drop of water ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
Divorced, but friends again at last, we walk old ground together in bright blue uncomplicated weather. We laugh and pause ...
Moscow ballet at seven in the evening. You look at everything. You lay your cheek against my shoulder, smoothing down ...
I saw by looking in his eyes That they remembered everything; And this was how I came to know That ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
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