Our biggest fish (Eugene Field Poem)
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
I stay; But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's Bay And the fur trade, A small skiff And ...
(To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Like an advent'rous seafarer am I, Who hath some long and dang'rous voyage been, And, call'd to tell of his ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
On the Columbia River near Vantage, Washington, we fished for whitefish in the winter months; my dad, Swede- Mr. Lindgren-and ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
The Whale that wanders round the Pole Is not a table fish. You cannot bake or boil him whole Nor ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
CLARINDA, mistres of my soul, The measur'd time is run! The wretch beneath the dreary pole So marks his latest ...
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