The Three Tailors (Eugene Field Poems)
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time,Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time,Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
Old Pete Parraday, he toddles up the road,"Dangin'" things and "darn in'" things and hefting of his load For yesterday ...
WHEN the dressmaker comes I am told to clear out,For they don't want me anywhere hanging about;At seven in the ...
One evening I found lodging in a village where A press-gang stole by night to seize my aging host,Who, hearing ...
when faces called flowers float out of the groundand breathing is wishing and wishing is having-but keeping is downward and ...
Did you tackle that trouble that came your wayWith a resolute heart and cheerful?Or hide your face from the light ...
mr youse needn't be so spryconcernin questions artyeach has his tastes but as for ii likes a certain partygimme the ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
as the landscape falls away the hawthorn in its gnarly fashion is content to stand alone berries (the very tint ...
When I die I don't care what happens to my body throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter, "little prig": Bun replied, You are ...
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone ...
Who was too Freely Moved to Tears, and thereby ruined his Political Career Lord Lundy from his earliest years Was ...
Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry did will not bear thought. Feeling no pain, Henry stabbed his ...
While for me gapes the greedy grave It don't make sense That I should have a crazy crave To paint ...
The Men of Seville are, they say, The laziest of Spain. Consummate artists in delay, Allergical to strain; Fr if ...
I met an ancient man who mushed With Peary to the Pole. Said I, "In all that land so hushed ...
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks, Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi. He is recuperating ...
'Twas in the year of 1896, and on the 30th of September, Which many people in Aberdeen will long remember; ...
The moon's a brass-hooped water-keg, A wondrous water-feast. If I could climb the ridge and drink And give drink to ...
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