A Tardy Apology (Eugene Field Poems)
You ask me, friend, Why I don't sendThe long since due-and-paid-for numbers; Why, songless, I ...
You ask me, friend, Why I don't sendThe long since due-and-paid-for numbers; Why, songless, I ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion,You cudn't stop him any more'n a ...
Pompey, what fortune gives you back To the friends and the gods who love you?Once more you stand in your ...
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands;And the little toy soldier is red ...
Over the hills and far away,A little boy steals from his morning playAnd under the blossoming apple-treeHe lies and he ...
See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow, Soracte mocks the sullen sky;How, groaning loud, the woods are bowed, And chained ...
In maudlin spite let Thracians fight Above their bowls of liquor;But such as we, when on a spree, Should never ...
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid manyThat loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen Jenney.And ...
Than you, O valued friend of mine, A better patron _non est_!Come, quaff my home-made Sabine wine,-- You'll find it ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid many That loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim, On ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a ...
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
One asketh: "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What's the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When ...
Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night; There's grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! ...
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