John Smith (Eugene Field Poems)
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
'Eroes? Orright. You 'ave it 'ow yeh like. Throw up yer little 'at an' come the glad;But not too much ...
The wind! the wind plays o'er the prison-bar, Still fresh from kissing the green forest-leaves;Rending the wheat-fields in the ...
TO Y---,WITH A BOWL OF BOHEMIAN GLASS. From rocky hills, where climbs the vine; Where on his ...
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
Over Sir John's hill,The hawk on fire hangs still;In a hoisted cloud, at drop of dusk, he pulls to his ...
All day long they come and go— Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, ...
So thou hast the art, good dame, thou swearest,To keep Time's perishing touch at bayFrom the roseate splendor of the ...
To charitable deeds I'm not addicted, For sentiment I do not care a prune,And yet I weep at poverty ...
Wavin' corn upon the hillside,Twinklin' daisies on the rise,Mystic bushes across the ranges,Wattle in its spring-time guise,Stately gums that mark ...
In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted ...
Transforming themselves into Flies. LITTLE queen of elves and fays,Fancy's wand thy charm betrays,To her musing eye reveal'd,Tho' in form ...
Where the little river gleaming Thro' its shadows green and coolBroadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool;There ...
Crippled for life at seventeen,His great eyes seems to question why:with both legs smashed it might have beenBetter in that ...
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...
How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek, And in the pallor that succeeds it; by ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
When I was a windy boy and a bit And the black spit of the chapel fold, (Sighed the old ...
To-day, this insect, and the world I breathe, Now that my symbols have outelbowed space, Time at the city spectacles, ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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