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 ...
I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the waysWhich people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--The ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of strawWas the cunningest parlor that ever you saw!And there could ...
Two dreams came down to earth one night From the realm of mist and dew;One was a dream of the ...
(THE TALE)Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing—Under my tree where I sit cometh the ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -My heart turneth fondly to-dayWhere tinkle of tongues and patter of feetMake ...
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies,Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies.Their radiant wings are ...
Of mornings, bright and early,When the lark is on the wingAnd the robin in the mapleHops from her nest to ...
JEST as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd Appears a meanin' hid from other eyes,So, in ...
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;The posies they are good to ...
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant ...
Two dreams came down to earth one night From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
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