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Eugene Field. The very recollection of them puddin's ' nd them pies Brings a yearnin ' to my buzzum ' nd the water to my eyes ; ' Nd seems like cookin ' nowadays aint what it used to be In camp on Red Hoss Mountain in that year of '63 ...
Eugene Field. The very recollection of them puddin's ' nd them pies Brings a yearnin ' to my buzzum ' nd the water to my eyes ; ' Nd seems like cookin ' nowadays aint what it used to be In camp on Red Hoss Mountain in that year of '63 ...
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... bring a mariner's prayer for thee ; So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes , And the brownie sing thee lullabies ; But I shall rock thee to and fro , Kissing the brow he loveth so , And the prayer shall guard thy bed , I trow , Heigho , my ...
... bring a mariner's prayer for thee ; So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes , And the brownie sing thee lullabies ; But I shall rock thee to and fro , Kissing the brow he loveth so , And the prayer shall guard thy bed , I trow , Heigho , my ...
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... brings unto the springs That from thy bosom well ; Here oxen , wearied by the plough , The roving cattle here , Hasten in quest of certain rest And quaff thy gracious cheer . O fountain of Bandusia , Ennobled shalt thou be , HORACE III ...
... brings unto the springs That from thy bosom well ; Here oxen , wearied by the plough , The roving cattle here , Hasten in quest of certain rest And quaff thy gracious cheer . O fountain of Bandusia , Ennobled shalt thou be , HORACE III ...
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... bring my baby bright , - What treasure for my boy ? " I said . And then he named this little toy , While in his round and mournful eyes There came a look of sweet surprise , That spake his quiet , trustful joy . - And as he lisped his ...
... bring my baby bright , - What treasure for my boy ? " I said . And then he named this little toy , While in his round and mournful eyes There came a look of sweet surprise , That spake his quiet , trustful joy . - And as he lisped his ...
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... nothing ever worse ! Prose for me when I wished for prose , Verse when to verse inclined , Forever bringing sweet repose To body , heart , and mind . - Oh , I should bind this priceless prize In bindings THE BIBLIOMANIAC'S BRIDE . 109.
... nothing ever worse ! Prose for me when I wished for prose , Verse when to verse inclined , Forever bringing sweet repose To body , heart , and mind . - Oh , I should bind this priceless prize In bindings THE BIBLIOMANIAC'S BRIDE . 109.
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Page 130 - WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!
Page 130 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea, "Now cast your nets wherever you wish Never afeard are we!
Page 8 - The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 9 - And don't you make any noise ! " So toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamt of the pretty toys. And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue, — Oh, the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true. Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little...
Page 132 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Page 92 - THE sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is the song the storm-king sings, As over the world his cloak he flings : "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;" He rustles his wings and gruffly sings : "Sleep, little one, sleep.
Page 9 - And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue — Oh! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through) In the dust of that little chair, '^ What has become of our Little...
Page 75 - And to my listening ear this lonely thing Ever a song of ocean seemed to sing — Ever a tale of ocean seemed to tell.
Page 22 - So they'd squelch the muse caloric, And to students sophomoric They'd present as metaphoric What old Horace meant for facts. We have always thought 'em lazy; Now we adjudge 'em crazy! Why, Horace was a daisy That was very much alive ! And the wisest of us know him As his Lydia verses show him, — Go, read that virile poem, — It is No. 25. He was a very owl, sir, And starting out to prowl, sir, 1 From " A Little Book of Western Verss.
Page 192 - LONG AGO I ONCE knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees, For every flower I had a name — My friends were woodchucks, toads, and bees...