Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby (Eugene Field Poems)
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing'Lollyby, lolly, lollyby.'And presently that ...
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing'Lollyby, lolly, lollyby.'And presently that ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble doteEz to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,Our old ...
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, 'nd ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the waysWhich people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--The ...
_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth, To fill our hearts with heedless mirth This holy Christmasse time; ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night,To visit with my honest, genial friends, the ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife,Upon my word I do not heed 'em; ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
My books are on their shelves againAnd clouds lie low with mist and rain.Afar the Arno murmurs lowThe tale of ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powersHas come across the ocean To harm this land of ours;And heresies ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of strawWas the cunningest parlor that ever you saw!And there could ...
TO MISS GRACE KINGDown in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyceHed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.Some folks called him Sooner, a name ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -Perhaps you have seen him before;Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet—ah, yet, how swift and tenderMy thoughts go back in time's dull ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE)When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day,The fair Winfreda bode at ...
In the market of Clare, so cheery the glareOf the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there;That I take ...
Fisherman Jim lived on the hillWith his bonnie wife an' his little boys;'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as blow ye ...
Marcus Varro went up and down The places where old books were sold;He ransacked all the shops in town For ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -My heart turneth fondly to-dayWhere tinkle of tongues and patter of feetMake ...
As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I ...
The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away—"Fairest of all fair brides," he said, "Be thou ...
The angel host that sped last night, Bearing the wondrous news afar, Came in their ...
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