The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup (Eugene Field Poems)
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and harkUnto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park.Of ...
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and harkUnto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park.Of ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
Speaking of banks, I'm bound to say That a bank of tin is far the best, And I know ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea—The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough ...
When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by—Alas, the years have sneaked away And all is ...
As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a ...
Dear Miller: You and I despise The cad who gathers books to sell 'em, Be they but sixteen-mos in ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices,And in your tresses you shall twine The ...
I love the lyric muse!For when mankind ran wild in grooves Came holy Orpheus with his songsAnd turned men's hearts ...
One asketh:"Tell me, Myrson, tell me true:What's the season pleaseth you?Is it summer suits you best,When from harvest toil we ...
Should painter attach to a fair human head The thick, turgid neck of a stallion,Or depict a spruce lass with ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead,In agony I knelt and said:"0 God! what have I done,Or in what ...
All human joys are swift of wing For heaven doth so allot it That when you get an easy ...
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their wayWhere, angels singing to and fro, The Child ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by-- Alas, the years have sneaked away And all ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,-- My purse ...
Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea-- The land of stoves and sunshine is good ...
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
One asketh: "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What's the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When ...
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