Prof. vere de blaw (Eugene Field Poems)
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble doteEz to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,Our old ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble doteEz to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,Our old ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
TO MISS GRACE KINGDown in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way ...
How breaks my heart to hear you say You feel the shadows fall about you! The gods ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I ...
When, to despoil my native France, With flaming torch and cruel swordAnd boisterous drums her foeman comes, I curse him ...
Fair is the castle up on the hill— Hushaby, sweet my own!The night is fair, and the waves ...
Welcome, O truant stork! And where have you been so long? And do you bring that grace of spring ...
Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath, Or speed with ...
Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray;For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath,Or speed with song and wine ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine,So that its juices, red and blithe, May ...
'T is spring! The boats bound to the sea; The breezes, loitering kindly overThe fields, again bring herds and men ...
My Shepherd is the Lord my God,— There is no want I know;His flock He leads in verdant meads, Where ...
I often wonder mother loves to creepUp to the garret where a cupboard stands,And sit upon the musty floor and ...
The Greeks had genius,--'t was a gift The Muse vouchsafed in glorious measure;The boon of Fame they made their aim ...
Since Chloe is so monstrous fair,With such an eye and such an air,What wonder that the world complainsWhen she each ...
My Shepherd is the Lord my God,-- There is no want I know; His flock He leads in verdant meads, ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An' things 'at girls are skeered uv ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
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