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• A Valentine

  Oh! little loveliest lady mine,
  What shall I send for your valentine?
  Summer and flowers are far away; …

  Laura Elizabeth Richards

• Sandy Hook

  White sand and cedars; cedars, sand;
  Light-houses here and there; a strand
  Strewn o’er with driftwood; tangled weeds; …

  George Houghton

• The Handsel Ring

  “here, o lily-white lady mine,
  Here by thy warrior sire’s own shrine,
  Handsel I thee by this golden sign, …

  George Houghton

• The Manor Lord

  Beside the landsman knelt a dame,
  And slowly pushed the pages o’er;
  Still by the hearth-fire’s spending flame …

  George Houghton

• Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

  Wynken, blynken, and Nod one night
  Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
  Sailed on a river of crystal light …

  Eugene Field

• Garden and Cradle

  When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,
  Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;
  The posies they are good to him, …

  Eugene Field

• In the Firelight

  The fire upon the hearth is low,
  And there is stillness everywhere,
  And, like winged spirits, here and there …

  Eugene Field

• Nightfall in Dordrecht

  The mill goes toiling slowly around
  With steady and solemn creak,
  And my little one hears in the kindly sound …

  Eugene Field

• The Dinkey-Bird

  In an ocean, ’way out yonder
  (As all sapient people know,)
  Is the land of Wonder-wander, …

  Eugene Field

• Little Boy Blue

  The little toy dog is covered with dust,
  But sturdy and stanch he stands;
  And the little toy soldier is red with rust, …

  Eugene Field

• The Lyttel Boy

  Some time there ben a lyttel boy
  That wolde not renne and play,
  And helpless like that little tyke …

  Eugene Field

• Our Two Opinions

  Us two wuz boys when we fell out,—
  Nigh to the age uv my youngest now;
  Don’t rec’lect what ’t wuz about, …

  Eugene Field

• The Bibliomaniac's Prayer

  Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way,
  That I may truths eternal seek;
  I need protecting care to-day,— …

  Eugene Field

• Dibdin's Ghost

  Dear wife, last midnight, whilst I read
  The tomes you so despise,
  A spectre rose beside the bed, …

  Eugene Field

• Echoes from the Sabine Farm

  To the FOUNTAIN OF BANDUSIA
  O FOUNTAIN of Bandusia!
  Whence crystal waters flow, …

  Eugene Field

• It Is in Winter That We Dream of Spring

  It is in Winter that we dream of Spring;
  For all the barren bleakness and the cold,
  The longing fancy sees the frozen mould …

  Robert Burns Wilson

• The Dead Player

  Sure and exact,—the master’s quiet touch,
  Thus perfect, was his art;
  Ambitious, generous, sad, and loving much, …

  Robert Burns Wilson

• To a Crow

  Bold, amiable, ebon outlaw, grave and wise!
  For many a good green year hast thou withstood—
  By dangerous, planted field and haunted wood— …

  Robert Burns Wilson

• The Sunrise of the Poor

  A darkened hut outlined against the sky,
  A forward-looking slope,—some cedar trees,
  Gaunt grasses stirred by the awaking breeze, …

  Robert Burns Wilson

• Such Is the Death the Soldier Dies

  such is the death the soldier dies:
  He falls,—the column speeds away;
  Upon the dabbled grass he lies, …

  Robert Burns Wilson

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