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A Little Book Of Western Verse

Auhtor: Eugene Field

Language: english
Published: 1889

Genres:

poetry,  audiobook
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Review by Stephen M. Charme, July 2005


Rating: (***)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Little Book Of Western Verse':

A Little Book Of Western Verse by Eugene Field. an 1889 book of verse by Eugene Field with an introduction by Rowell Martin Field

Excerpts from the Book 'A Little Book Of Western Verse':


... Mary F. French, who took upon herself the care and responsibility of our bringing up. How nobly and self-sacrificingly she entered upon and discharged ...
... fondness for pets amounted to a passion, but unlike other boys he seemed to carry his pets into a higher sphere and to give them personality. For each ...
... company among the small boys of the village and gave performances in the barn of one of the less scrupulous neighbors, but whether for pins or pennies ...
... friends as souvenirs have been bound for his children. A taste for literary composition might not have passed, as doubtless it did pass, so many years ...
... were growing up around him. Much of his tenderest verse was inspired by affection for his family, and as some great shock is often essential to the ...
... got the Colorado craze,-. Andthatis why I love to set around all day 'nd gloat. On thoughts of Red Hoss Mountain 'nd of Casey's tabble dote. This ...
... faire, I ween. He loved to stand and hold her hand. And ken her with his een. His cosset bleated in the croft,. His toys unheeded lay,-. He ...
... down in Tennessee one night. Ther' wuz sound uv firin' fur away,. 'Nd the sergeant allowed ther' 'd be a fight. With the Johnnie Rebs ...
... stand. Against the vile temptation. Held out on every hand. Eschewing all the tittles. With vanity replete,. I'm loyal to the victuals. Our ...
... winds, in falling snow,. The curfew chimes, the midnight bell. Sleep well, my child, it murmurs low. The guardian angels come and go,-. O ...
... this side of Denver City. But jest a lot uv husky men that lived on sand 'nd bitters,- Do you wonder that that woman's face consoled the lonesome ...
... maiden lies dead.. And lo. as they stood in the doorway, the white. Of a shroud and a dead shrunken face met their sight. Then the first cavalier ...
... manger in the east. Sing of the glories of the night,. The virgin's sweet humility,. The Babe with kingly robes bedight,. Sing to all men where'er ...
... all er day withouten you. Where you ben, my little wee, wee croodlin doo. Now you go balow, my little croodlin doo. Now you go rockaby ever ...
... be god.. But when that he was ware a man ben standing in that suit,. Ye straunger threw up both his hands, and asked him not to shoote. Then spake ...
... squeeze a lily hande, Ye which proceeding ne'er before ben done in Arthure's lande And often wank a sidelong wink with either roving eye,. Whereat ...
... thing, but it weakens mighty quick It kind uv dries an' withers, like the windin' mountain crick, That, beautiful, an' singin' songs, goes dancin' ...
... on the hill, way back in '69,. When she marr'd Sorry Tom, wich owned the Gosh-all-Hemlock mine. And Marthy's younkit wuz their first, wich, ...
... the rusty hooks, sometimes the fragile lines, And many times the treacherous reeds would foil my just designs But whether hooks or lines or reeds ...
... writing is powerful. I am overwhelmed by the human ability to find the strength to survive such dreadful experiences and conditions.Emile Zola ...