Dr. sam (Eugene Field Poem)
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan Like the mist ...
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
I think just how my shape will rise -- When I shall be "forgiven" -- Till Hair -- and Eyes ...
Patience -- has a quiet Outer -- Patience -- Look within -- Is an Insect's futile forces Infinites -- between ...
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ration To the ecstasy. For each beloved ...
Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me The Carriage held but just Ourselves And Immortality. ...
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
Guns! far and near Quick, sudden, angry, They startle the still street, Upturned faces appear, Doors open on darkness, There ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
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