One Day I Got A Missive (Eugene Field Poems)
One day I got a missive Writ in a dainty hand, Which made my ...
One day I got a missive Writ in a dainty hand, Which made my ...
Marcus Varro went up and down The places where old books were sold;He ransacked all the shops in town For ...
In days gone by, the poets wrote Sweet verses to the ladies fair; Described the nightingale's clear ...
I'm not sure there will be walls or eyes but if there are this portrait may be wondered at. Let ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked,And I was tarred and feathered,For publishing this on the day the ...
How many humble hearts have dipped In you, and scrawled their manuscript! Have shared their secrets, told their cares, Their ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth ...
Howe's Final version Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the ...
Taut, thick fingers punch the teeth of my typewriter. Three words are down on paper in capitals: SPRING SPRING SPRING... ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Let me introduce to you my poetry: it's an island flying from book to book searching for the page where ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange, Where once I tarried for a while, Glance at the wheeling orb of ...
I do not write for love of pelf, Nor lust for phantom fame; I do not rhyme to please myself, ...
Smith, great writer of stories, drank; found it immortalized his pen; Fused in his brain-pan, else a blank, heavens of ...
I. You liked your scrolls ? - Here they are. The manuscript of your book ? - Here it is. ...
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy, Sphear-born harmonious Sisters, Voice, and Vers, Wed your divine sounds, and mixt ...
The press of the Spoon River Clarion was wrecked, And I was tarred and feathered, For publishing this on the ...
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