The Great Journalist In Spain (Eugene Field Poems)
Good editor Dana—God bless him, we say— Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away ...
Good editor Dana—God bless him, we say— Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away ...
SLEEP and dream, lissome maid, while in rapture I caress thy grand poem of flesh: While I toy with each ...
I CHANCED upon a line of thought, a thin line And traced its sinuous course from start to end ; ...
Soft breezes blow and swiftly showThrough fragrant orange branches parted,A maiden fair, with sun-flecked hair,Caressed by arrows, golden darted.The vine-clad ...
In the land of the midnight sun,On a bleak Acadian shore,Tonight I picture a dear oneas she stands in a ...
"I FEAR no power a woman wields While I can have the woods and fields, With comradeship alone of gun, ...
Fair Maeve, that was queen of Beauty, Whither, whither has she gone? Ask the cairn that over Sligo ...
God with honour hang your head, Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed With lissome scions, sweet scions, Out of ...
(1) and off to scott's (the dockers' restaurant) burly men packed in round solid tables but what the helle (drowned ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
Said darling daughter unto me: "oh Dad, how funny it would be If you had gone to Mexico A score ...
We were schooner-rigged and rakish, with a long and lissome hull, And we flew the pretty colours of the crossbones ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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