The peter-bird (Eugene Field Poem)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
As in some countries far remote from hence The wretched creature destined to die, Having the judgement due to his ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
Undue Significance a starving man attaches To Food -- Far off -- He sighs -- and therefore -- Hopeless -- ...
This Bauble was preferred of Bees -- By Butterflies admired At Heavenly -- Hopeless Distances -- Was justified of Bird ...
Each Life Converges to some Centre -- Expressed -- or still -- Exists in every Human Nature A Goal -- ...
Like eyes that looked on Wastes -- Incredulous of Ought But Blank -- and steady Wilderness -- Diversified by Night ...
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- ...
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
My life closed twice before its close -- It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to ...
How do we discover an antidote to each other, a faculty to commune in spiteful space? Our bleeding hearts and ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
(Genesis, xxii.14) The saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect His aid, ...
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile So stilly round the evening falls The veiled sun sheds no parting smile ...
When weary with the long day's care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost and ready to despair, ...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
Here the flame that was ash, shrine that was void, lost in the haunted wood, I have tended and loved, ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There ...
I, from a window where the Meuse is wide, Looked eastward out to the September night; The men that in ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
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