Lyman, Frederick, And Jim (Eugene Field Poems)
Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship—Steamed to the ocean adown the bay ...
Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship—Steamed to the ocean adown the bay ...
Often a man's life is suchthat he seldom sees his friends,like the constellations Shen and Shangwhich never share the same ...
In this glass palace are flowers in golden baskets.In that grim brownstone castle are silver caskets.The caskets watch and wait, ...
The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up; They looked upon ...
Here will be echoes in the mountains,The distant landslides' rumbling boom,The rocks, the dwellings in the village,The sorry little inn, ...
I could have a job, but am too lazy to choose it;I have got land, but am too lazy to ...
A life of its own and a long one is ledBy this penguin, with nothing to do with the breast-The ...
WHEN I came back from Hell Fire PassMinus a leg an' a hand,How glad I was to see green fieldsAfter ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid In his chapel at Manhood End, Ordered a midnight service For such as cared to ...
(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship-- Steamed to ...
Often in this life of ours we resemble, in our failure to meet, the Shen and Shang constellations, one of ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
I stand before the sea and it rolls and rolls in its green blood saying, "Do not give up one ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
All the air conditioners now slacken their hummed carrier wave. Once again we've served our three months with remissions in ...
'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899, Which will be remembered for a very long ...
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