The Delectable Ballad Of The Waller Lot (Eugene Field Poems)
Up yonder in Buena ParkThere is a famous spot,In legend and in historyYclept the Waller Lot.There children play in daytimeAnd ...
Up yonder in Buena ParkThere is a famous spot,In legend and in historyYclept the Waller Lot.There children play in daytimeAnd ...
In a western city new-born from a withering fire, Fresh ...
It was up in the Bad Lands, I was rangin' alone,I first heard of this cayuse, The Ridge Runnin' Roan.He ...
WHEN the years grew worse, and the tribe longed soreFor a kinsman bred to the white man's lore,To the Mission ...
Out on the Western prairies,While riding after stock,A cowboy met a shepherdA-tending to his flock.The herder asked the cowboyIf he ...
(YREKA, 1873)Which it is not my style To produce needless painBy statements that rile Or that go 'gin the grain,But ...
Baby sits upon the floor, Baby's scarce a twelvemonth old;Baby laughs, and _goo-goos_ o'erMemories how a babe of yore Humbled ...
I been ridin' fer cattle the most of my life.I ain't got no family, I ain't got no wife,I ain't ...
Here is the House to hold me-cradle of all the race; Here is my lord and my love, here are ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
The cow-moose comes to water, and the beaver's overbold, The net is in the eddy of the stream; The teepee ...
To be a bony feed Sourdough You must, by Yukon Law, Have killed a moose, And robbed a sluice, AND ...
This is the song of the parson's son, as he squats in his shack alone, On the wild, weird nights, ...
Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store; An' sez he: "Come along ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
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