Pan liveth (Eugene Field Poem)
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
These pools that, though in forests, still reflect The total sky almost without defect, And like the flowers beside them, ...
Yes, I will spend the livelong day With Nature in this month of May; And sit beneath the trees, and ...
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons ...
Our college rhymes,--how light they seem, Like little ghosts of love's young dream That led our boyish hearts away From ...
Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much. Why do you flash through ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Supposing that I should have the courage To let a red sword of virtue Plunge into my heart, Letting to ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
In your hidden memories There are fatal tidings of doom... A curse on sacred traditions, A desecration of happiness; And ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Chorus.-Lassie wi'the lint-white locks, Bonie lassie, artless lassie, Wilt thou wi' me tent the flocks, Wilt thou be my Dearie, ...
Chorus.-Bonie lassie, will ye go, Will ye go, will ye go, Bonie lassie, will ye go To the birks of ...
HERE is the glen, and here the bower All underneath the birchen shade; The village-bell has told the hour, O ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
YE flowery banks o' bonie Doon, How can ye blume sae fair? How can ye chant, ye little birds, And ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
He. O PHILLY, happy be that day, When roving thro' the gather'd hay, My youthfu' heart was stown away, And ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
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