Yvytot (Eugene Field Poems)
Where wail the waters in their flawA spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shoreBemoans the heir of ...
Where wail the waters in their flawA spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shoreBemoans the heir of ...
Into our townlan' on a night of snowrode a man from God knows where; None of us bade him stay ...
_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth, To fill our hearts with heedless mirth This holy Christmasse time; ...
Eyes, mine eyes, you are bright Since my true love's ...
Wee Cluny, you're deleerit quite Ramfeezlin a' this part ...
O, you shall live in a great stone hall,In a parkland fair and wide,With many a servant to do your ...
'My stead's far end o' neeawheer,Neea lass wud care to settle there:Afore she died, my mother said,"It's time, dear lad, ...
Mother-in-law:IF I had knownAfore you wur wedT' sort that you wurI wud have saidLiefer nor wed youI'd see my son ...
FARMER SYKES speaks his mind:Do you think your wireless and aeroplanesAre half as helpful as timely rains?Lang-distance 'phone an' lang-firing ...
I know the face of Falsehood and her TongueHoneyed with unction, Plausible with guile,Are dear to men, whom count me ...
IF I might save from out the wreck of years Some loveliest moment to eternalise, I would not seek it ...
To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands For only slaves, ...
The mad girl with the staring eyes and long white fingers Hooked in the stones of the wall, The storm-wrack ...
(at a Cathedral Service) THAT from this bright believing band An outcast I should be, That faiths by which my ...
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
I know the face of Falsehood and her Tongue Honeyed with unction, Plausible with guile, Are dear to men, whom ...
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