My playmates (Eugene Field Poem)
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
As I came to the edge of the woods, Thrush music -- hark! Now if it was dusk outside, Inside ...
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 Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
Nothing's certain. Crossing, on this longest day, the low-tide-uncovered isthmus, scrambling up the scree-slope of what at high tide will ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
I had wanted a quiet testament and I had wanted, among other things, a song. That was to be of ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a molehill large and round, I heard from morn to morn ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the ...
SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Her eyebrows of a darker hue, Bewitchingly o'er-arching Twa laughing e'en o' lovely blue; Her ...
O LOGAN, sweetly didst thou glide, That day I was my Willie's bride, And years sin syne hae o'er us ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
Adieu to Belashanny! where I was bred and born; Go where I may, I'll think of you, as sure as ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen'd by deep boughs on either hand; And at its end, to stay ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
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