Child And Mother (Eugene Field Poems)
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,I will lead you away ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,I will lead you away ...
With big tin trumpet and little red drum,Marching like soldiers, the children come!It 's this way and that way they ...
So, so, rock-a-by so!Off to the garden where dreamikins grow;And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes,And here is ...
I KNOW no name for my love, I met her out on the weald.Her hair is brown as the fallen ...
A voice from dreamland said to me—"Poet, what music is in thee?Ring it out until it findA nook for rest ...
I stand alone on the hillside, The scent of heather about;I am so free of the city That I leap ...
O'er dreamland gardens lulled and white In music leaned the langorous moonThe burden of the murmured night.Where amaranths and lillies ...
We heard it calling, clear and low,That tender April morn; we stoodAnd listened in the quiet wood,We heard it, ay, ...
OH, sing once more, nor think your subtle spells Are vainly woven for a nature cold, Although I kneel not ...
ONCE more in misted AprilThe world is growing green.Along the winding riverThe plumey willows lean.Beyond the sweeping meadowsThe looming mountains ...
With big tin trumpet and little red drum, Marching like soldiers, the children come! It 's this way and that ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins grow; And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes, ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you ...
DREAMS in the dusk, Only dreams closing the day And with the day's close going back To the gray things, ...
THOSE delicate wanderers, The wind, the star, the cloud, Ever before mine eyes, As to an altar bowed, Light and ...
WHEN our glowing dreams were dead, Ruined our heroic piles, Something in your dark eyes said: "Think no more of ...
Oh! beautiful Oban with your lovely bay, Your surroundings are magnificent on a fine summer-day; There the lover of the ...
Oh, once I walked a garden In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. And many orange-trees grew there In sand as white ...
Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
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