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;Nay, I'll ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
A MERE two hundred years ago he spoke,He arguing with me - I can hear him croakStill, at my side ...
ONCE more, my harp! once more, although I thought Never to wake thy silent strings again, A wandering dream thy ...
Twelve hundred million men are spread About this Earth, and I and You Wonder, when You and I are dead, ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
No Time To think, to plan, to dream, to be ready Reading slower as time goes on Words blur in ...
A fine line in the sand of import to find balance of equities costs yes, expenses no parsing subtleties of ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her -- Some Disease had vext 'Twas with Text and Village Singing I ...
The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals -- The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize The ...
Great Streets of silence led away To Neighborhoods of Pause -- Here was no Notice -- no Dissent No Universe ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Who was cursed with the Sin of Pride, and Became a Boot-Black. Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the ...
O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God ...
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many ...
In Nevada there is a field where giant mushrooms grow One mile high and two miles wide, they say on ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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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