Dr. sam (Eugene Field Poem)
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,-- Sailed on a river of misty light Into ...
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n ...
Prince, show me the quickest way and best To gain the subject of my moan; We've neither spinsters nor relics ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,-- God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
How cool and fair this cellar where My throne a dusky cask is; To do no thing but just to ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you ...
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date ...
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,-- Lie in my arms and dinna greit; Long time been past syn I ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
Young Lochinvar came in from the West, With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest; The width of ...
Play that you are mother dear, And play that papa is your beau; Play that we sit in the corner ...
I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
If our own life is the life of a flower (And that's what some sages are thinking), We should moisten ...
One asketh: "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What's the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When ...
Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell I love her well. Yes, though she tramples on my heart And rends that ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night; There's grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! ...
The image of the moon at night All trembling in the ocean lies, But she, with calm and steadfast light, ...
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, in ...
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp ...
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