Mother And Child (Eugene Field Poems)
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,—"Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever ...
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,—"Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever ...
O the small wind is frigid and spareand bright in the dim light and bareas wide as God's merciful boonthe ...
FOR years I sought the Many in the One,I thought to find lost waves and broken rays,The rainbow's faded colours ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
I bear a basket lined with grass; I am so light, I am so fair, That men must wonder as ...
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,-- "Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The ripest peach is highest on the tree -- And so her love, beyond the reach of me, Is dearest ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and set your solitary image ...
"Trust love even if it brings sorrow. Do not close up your heart." "Ah no, my friend, your words are ...
The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze, From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright, While ...
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave More ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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