Our biggest fish (Eugene Field Poems)
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows ...
Did you see the poor old hooker, by the ocean wharf she lay?Her decks are foul with harbour grime, she ...
I had written him a letter which I had for want of betterKnowledge given to a partner by the name ...
Yonder she sails on her paper sea —Masts just a trifle too tall, maybe —Chain-plates and whiskers, all, in short,That ...
Where have the old accorjins gone? I was askin' the coves at the Show;Matt from the Mallee an' Dandenong Don, ...
One yestereve, in the waning light,When the wind was still and the gloaming bright,There came a breath from ...
A GHOST is the freak of a sick man's brain? Then why do ye start and shiver so? That's the ...
Pure gold, bright sky about the sun,A silver goblet filled with wine,An angel wise is everyoneThat still hath done God's ...
There are lights a-flashing in the harbour from the ships at anchor where they ride,And a dry wind going through ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
The world, all that I see in winter's grip, held tight the howling winds, the blowing snow all I see ...
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
The children are back, the children are back- They've come to take refuge, exhale and unpack; The marriage has faltered, ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
You know the old story Ann Landers tells About the houseife in her basement doing the wash? She's wearing her ...
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