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| 5291. | Pan liveth by Eugene Field> | | They told me once that Pan was dead,
And so, in sooth, I thought him;
For vainly where the streamlets led
Through flowery meads I sought him--
Nor... |
| 5292. | Picnic-time by Eugene Field> | | It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy
That's sure to come this time o' year to every little boy;
For, every June, the Sunday-school... |
| 5293. | Pittypat and Tippytoe by Eugene Field> | | All day long they come and go--
Pittypat and Tippytoe;
Footprints up and down the hall,
Playthings scattered on the floor,
Finger-marks along the ... |
| 5294. | Prof. vere de blaw by Eugene Field> | | Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote
Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,
Our old friend Casey innovated so... |
| 5295. | Suppose by Eugene Field> | | Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now... |
| 5296. | The "happy isles" of horace by Eugene Field> | | Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles
In the golden haze off yonder,
Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles,
And the ocean loves to wander.... |
| 5297. | The Bibliomaniac's Prayer by Eugene Field> | | Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way
That I may truths eternal seek;
I need protecting care to-day,--
My purse is light, my flesh is weak.
So banis... |
| 5298. | The great journalist in spain by Eugene Field> | | Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say--
Will soon be afloat on the main,
Will be steaming away
Through the mist and the spray
To the sensuous cl... |
| 5299. | The happy household by Eugene Field> | | It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,
That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;
Then it's sleep no more for b... |
| 5300. | The humming top by Eugene Field> | | The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song
To my dear little boy at play -
Merrily singeth all day long,
As it spinneth and spinneth away.
And my dear... |
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