Inscription for my little son’s silver plate (Eugene Field Poems)
When thou dost eat from off this plate, I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board ...
When thou dost eat from off this plate, I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board ...
HORACE When you were mine in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle, I'll not deny, ...
Shall I woo the one or other? Both attract me--more's the pity! Pretty is the widowed mother, And the daughter, ...
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,-- God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,-- Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I ...
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 ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
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