The shut-eye train (Eugene Field Poem)
Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty ...
Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
There was never a sound beside the wood but one, And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground. ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
Boot, saddle, to horse and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens to blue from its silvery gray, ...
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot day Brightens the blue from its silvery grey, ...
A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden; around that the forest. Anashuya, the young priestess, ...
I know a village in a far-off land Where from a sunny, mountain-girdled plain With tinted walls a space on ...
I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder, ...
'Twas in the town of Sunderland, and in the year of 1883, That about 200 children were launch'd into eternity ...
I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here -- Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps: I'll ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day, As from a bell that far away Is tinkled ...
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