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Sonnet XIV "Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes"
© Henry Timrod
Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes,
Indeed the product of my heart and brain?
Christmas treasures
© Eugene Field
I count my treasures o'er with care.--
The little toy my darling knew,
A little sock of faded hue,
A little lock of golden hair.
From: Tecumseh
© Charles Mair
There was a time on this fair continent
When all things throve in spacious peacefulness.
The prosperous forests unmolested stood,
For where the stalwart oak grew there it lived
Long ages, and then died among its kind.
Child and mother
© Eugene Field
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand,
And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,--
The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.
Minha Terra!
© Antônio Gonçalves Dias
Quanto é grato em terra estranha
Sob um céu menos querido,
Entre feições estrangeiras,
Ver um rosto conhecido;
Sonnet XXXVI. Life And Death. 8.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
NOT for a rapture unalloyed I ask.
Not for a recompense for all I miss.
A banquet of the gods in heavenly bliss,
A realm in whose warm sunshine I may bask,
By my sweetheart
© Eugene Field
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart
When birds are on the wing,
When bee and bud and babbling flood
Bespeak the birth of spring,
Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart
And wear this posy-ring!
Taken All Together
© Gamaliel Bradford
I've had a few diseases,
And trifled with despair,
Tried failure which displeases,
And coquetted with care.
Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza II
© Gertrude Stein
I think very well of Susan but I do not know her name
I think very well of Ellen but which is not the same
Ben apfelgarten
© Eugene Field
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called,
Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago,
And he was very fortunate in being very bald
And so was very happy he was so.
Supernatural Discernment.
© Robert Crawford
If we could spy into each other, ken
The heathen aims and the familiar evils
That in the seeming good and virtuous reign;
If we could only pierce the fallacy
Ballad of women i love
© Eugene Field
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate
Hid away in an oaken chest,
And a Franklin platter of ancient date
Beareth Amandy Baker's crest;
Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur
© Lewis Carroll
"And would you be a poet
Before you've been to school?
Ah, well! I hardly thought you
So absolute a fool.
First learn to be spasmodic -
A very simple rule.
At the door
© Eugene Field
I thought myself indeed secure,
So fast the door, so firm the lock;
But, lo! he toddling comes to lure
My parent ear with timorous knock.
All men to me are god-like Gods!
© Sant Tukaram
All men to me are god-like Gods!
My eyes no longer see
vice or fault.
At play
© Eugene Field
Play that you are mother dear,
And play that papa is your beau;
Play that we sit in the corner here,
Just as we used to, long ago.
The Boy Patriot
© James Whitcomb Riley
_I want to be a Soldier!_--
_A Soldier!_--
_A Soldier!_--
_I want to be a Soldier, with a sabre in my hand_
_Or a little carbine rifle, or a musket on my shoulder_,
_Or just a snare-drum, snarling in the middle of the band_.
At Cheyenne
© Eugene Field
Young Lochinvar came in from the West,
With fringe on his trousers and fur on his vest;
The width of his hat-brim could nowhere be beat,
His No.
The Fine Fat Saucy Chinaman
© Anonymous
I'll sing a little ditty, which
I trust you'll not think flat.
Apple-Pie and Cheese
© Eugene Field
Full many a sinful notion
Conceived of foreign powers
Has come across the ocean
To harm this land of ours;
