To Robin Goodfellow (Eugene Field Poem)
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes, Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee. What you been doin', suh ...
Awakening in the twenty four hour embrace of a few moments sleep, where half a lifetime eludes dreams; and feeling ...
"Why shouldn't I have a purely vegetarian drink? Why shouldn't I take vegetables in their highest form, so to speak? ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried ...
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Miss J.Hunter Dunn, Furnish'd and burnish'd by Aldershot sun, What strenuous singles we played after tea, We ...
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns, we ourselves ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
WHARE are you gaun, my bonie lass, Whare are you gaun, my hinnie? She answered me right saucilie, "An errand ...
O STEER her up, an' haud her gaun, Her mither's at the mill, jo; An' gin she winna tak a ...
MY heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has ...
Chorus-O can ye labour lea, young man, O can ye labour lea? It fee nor bountith shall us twine Gin ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
WHARE live ye, my bonie lass? And tell me what they ca' ye; My name, she says, is mistress Jean, ...
MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie, Some counsel unto me come len', To anger them a' is a pity, But ...
O WERE my love yon Lilac fair, Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring, And I, a bird to shelter there, ...
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