Uhland’s (Eugene Field Poems)
There were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine, And gayly they called to the hostess for wine. "And where ...
There were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine, And gayly they called to the hostess for wine. "And where ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
Often in this life of ours we resemble, in our failure to meet, the Shen and Shang constellations, one of ...
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch ...
You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can ...
When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Think me not unkind and rude, That I walk alone in grove and glen; I go to the god of ...
My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from ...
The World -- feels Dusty When We stop to Die -- We want the Dew -- then -- Honors -- ...
The Products of my Farm are these Sufficient for my Own And here and there a Benefit Unto a Neighbor's ...
She dwelleth in the Ground -- Where Daffodils -- abide -- Her Maker -- Her Metropolis -- The Universe -- ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
The Grass so little has to do -- A Sphere of simple Green -- With only Butterflies to brood And ...
My River runs to thee -- Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply -- Oh Sea -- look ...
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
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