The singing in god’s acre (Eugene Field Poems)
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant ...
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The ...
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The living room is overgrown with grass. It has come up around the furniture. It stretches through the dining room, ...
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
RORATE coeli desuper! Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! For now is risen the bricht day-ster, Fro the rose Mary, flour ...
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, and square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Ah, Douglass, we have fall'n on evil days, Such days as thou, not even thou didst know, When thee, the ...
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
In these darkened rooms, where I spend oppresive days, I pace to and fro to find the windows. -- When ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
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