John Smith (Eugene Field Poems)
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
When I was broke in London in the fall of '89, I chanced to spy in Oxford Street this tantalizing ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke,I used to fish in pickerel ponds for minnows ...
Dear Miller: You and I despise The cad who gathers books to sell 'em, Be they but sixteen-mos in ...
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders,I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish all ...
O gracious jar,--my friend, my twin, Born at the time when I was born,--Whether tomfoolery you inspireOr animate with love's ...
Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath, Or speed with ...
Over the hills and far away,A little boy steals from his morning playAnd under the blossoming apple-treeHe lies and he ...
Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray;For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath,Or speed with song and wine ...
Nay, why discuss this summer heat, Of which vain people tell? Oh, sinner, rather were it meet To ...
The Greeks had genius,--'t was a gift The Muse vouchsafed in glorious measure;The boon of Fame they made their aim ...
Yonder stands the hillside chapel Mid the evergreens and rocks,All day long it hears the song Of the shepherd to ...
Many a beauteous flower doth spring From the tears that flood my eyes,And the nightingale doth sing In the burthen ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish ...
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