The Conversazzhony (Eugene Field Poem)
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid, Whilst the World dissolves in Heat, Take ...
"OH, let's go up the hill and scare ourselves, As reckless as the best of them to-night, By setting fire ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
A woman's taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among ...
This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
Whirl up, sea- Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us- Cover ...
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul -- It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole -- ...
Of Brussels -- it was not -- Of Kidderminster? Nay -- The Winds did buy it of the Woods -- ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
When I was just a little boy, Before I went to school, I had a fleet of forty sail I ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
EXCERPT] ... O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor ...
"I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel ...
Each small gleam was a voice, A lantern voice -- In little songs of carmine, violet, green, gold. A chorus ...
"What says the sea, little shell? What says the sea? Long has our brother been silent to us, Kept his ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
STEER, hither steer your winged pines, All beaten mariners! Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines, A prey to passengers-- Perfumes far ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
Beneath the forest's skirts I rest, Whose branching pines rise dark and high, And hear the breezes of the West ...
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