Yvytot (Eugene Field Poem)
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
1 Searock his tower above the sea, Searock he built, not ivory. Searock as well his haunted art Who gave ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
I have dreamed of you so much that you are no longer real. Is there still time for me to ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- One need not be a House -- The Brain ...
What mystery pervades a well! That water lives so far -- A neighbor from another world Residing in a jar ...
To learn the Transport by the Pain As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst -- suspecting That ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
ONE winter night, at half-past nine, Cold, tired, and cross, and muddy, I had come home, too late to dine, ...
I dream of the silence the day before Adam came to name the animals, The gold skins newly dropped from ...
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
In the grey tumult of these after years Oft silence falls; the incessant wranglers part; And less-than-echoes of remembered tears ...
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
If we sang in the wood (and Death is a German expert) while snows flies, chill, after so frequent knew ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
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