To Robin Goodfellow (Eugene Field Poem)
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind ...
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place ...
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- It's such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences -- It's time ...
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
THE ORB I like is not the one That dazzles with its lightning gleam; That dares to look upon the ...
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, ...
The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages; A day to childhood seems a year, And years ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
Omaha, Nebraska They do not sleep nights but stand between rows of glowing corn and cabbages grown on acres past ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
A Short Poem or Else Not Say I True pleasure breathes not city air, Nor in Art's temples dwells, In ...
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now - We used to love on winter nights ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
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