Mysterious doings (Eugene Field Poem)
As once I rambled in the woods I chanced to spy amid the brake A huntsman ride his way beside ...
As once I rambled in the woods I chanced to spy amid the brake A huntsman ride his way beside ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide, Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide; To let in all ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
On the sea-shore, smell of iodine, and square as in Sicily, and dancing. An intellectual that came from the common ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be? O wilt thou therefore rise from me? Why should we rise? because ...
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And ...
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend -- Or the most agonizing Spy -- An Enemy -- could send ...
Just so -- Jesus -- raps -- He -- doesn't weary -- Last -- at the Knocker -- And first ...
Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- 'Tis many a tiny Mill Turns unperceived beneath our feet And ...
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest -- I've heard the Hunter tell -- 'Tis but the Ecstasy of death -- ...
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath, Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro' the clefts, itself has ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth- It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny ...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I waked was with thund'ring noise ...
In silent night when rest I took, For sorrow near I did not look, I waken'd was with thund'ring noise ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
'TWAS even-the dewy fields were green, On every blade the pearls hang; The zephyr wanton'd round the bean, And bore ...
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