To a soubrette (Eugene Field Poem)
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
'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 ...
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? 'T is a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty ...
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild, ...
The little French doll was a dear little doll Tricked out in the sweetest of dresses; Her eyes were of ...
What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago; The camp ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
Last night, my darling, as you slept, I thought I heard you sigh, And to your little crib I crept, ...
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An' things 'at girls are skeered uv ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
How calm, how beauteous and how cool-- How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That ...
Strange that the city thoroughfare, Noisy and bustling all the day, Should with the night renounce its care, And lend ...
Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an' his little boys; 'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as ...
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 ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
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