An Eclogue From Virgil (Eugene Field Poems)
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night,To visit with my honest, genial friends, the ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!He ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of strawWas the cunningest parlor that ever you saw!And there could ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet—ah, yet, how swift and tenderMy thoughts go back in time's dull ...
Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship—Steamed to the ocean adown the bay ...
(HORACE'S ODES, III, I)I hate the common, vulgar herd! Away they scamper when I "booh" 'em!But pretty girls and nice ...
It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joyThat's sure to come this time o' year to ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder,Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long,The trolls go up and the trolls go ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder,Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here,Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear!Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown -Search ...
I say, as one who never fearedThe wrath of a subscriber's bullet,I pity him who has a beardBut has no ...
He placed a rose in my nut-brown hair-- A deep red rose with a fragrant heart And said: ...
Happy the man that, when his day is done, Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret--The battle he has ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy That's sure to come this time o' year ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls ...
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