The Bottle And The Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
A rose in my garden, the sweetest and fairest,Was hanging her head through the long golden hours;And early one morning ...
Now, you wouldn't imagine, to look at me, That I was a racehorse once.I have done my mile in - ...
There's a little bird with a wondrous song-- A little bird that every one knows-- (Though it sings ...
Thirty years ago I was a fav'rite at the `Vic.'A finished actor, not a Cuff and Collar shooting stick.I roused ...
We've been out to Pelletier'sBrushing off the stain of years,Quitting all the moods of menAnd been boys and girls again.We ...
I'd known her from her "Baby days" And watched her grow apace, Her lovely eyes and glossy hair, And figure-full ...
I speak for poor little woman -Please do not turn away; Oh, mighty man, do what you can, Our misery ...
I DON'T get much attention now, Although I'm not complaining; I'm forced to get on anyhow, Another king is reigning. ...
When walkin' down a city street, Two thousand miles from home,The pavestones hurtin' of the feet That never ...
Out over childhood's borders,Manhood's brave banners unfurled,Weighed down with precepts and ordersA boy has gone into the world.Nobody thinks it ...
In grandmamma's kitchen, things got in a riot—The cream in a pot on the shelf,Where everything always seemed peaceful and ...
I say, as one who never fearedThe wrath of a subscriber's bullet,I pity him who has a beardBut has no ...
after i ate my dinner then i atepart of a shoei found some archies by a bathroom pipeand ate them ...
STAID sires of maids divine, they strut, rotund,Climax of culture and peace, these fattedmagnates,Who wallow through the towns their torpor ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
HERE is the chamber consecrate, Wherein this maiden delicate, And enigmatically sedate, Fans herself while the moments creep, Upon her ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
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