The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup (Eugene Field Poems)
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and harkUnto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park.Of ...
Eugene Field Poems on Love (79 Poems)
A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot (Eugene Field Poems)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poems)
Where wail the waters in their flawA spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shoreBemoans the heir of ...
Mr. Dana, Of The New York Sun (Eugene Field Poems)
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York Sun.His ...
An Eclogue From Virgil (Eugene Field Poems)
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
The Delectable Ballad Of The Waller Lot (Eugene Field Poems)
Up yonder in Buena ParkThere is a famous spot,In legend and in historyYclept the Waller Lot.There children play in daytimeAnd ...
Marthy’s Younkit (Eugene Field Poems)
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
After Reading Trollope’s History Of Florence (Eugene Field Poems)
My books are on their shelves againAnd clouds lie low with mist and rain.Afar the Arno murmurs lowThe tale of ...
Ben Apfelgarten (Eugene Field Poems)
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago,And he was ...
Armenian Folk-Song–The Partridge (Eugene Field Poems)
As beats the sun from mountain crest, With "pretty, pretty", Cometh the partridge from her nest; The flowers ...
The Dreams (Eugene Field Poems)
Two dreams came down to earth one night From the realm of mist and dew;One was a dream of the ...
Jest ‘Fore Christmas (Eugene Field Poems)
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!Mighty glad I ain't ...
The Wind (Eugene Field Poems)
(THE TALE)Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing—Under my tree where I sit cometh the ...
Two Idylls From Bion The Smyrnean (Eugene Field Poems)
IOnce a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came;Full of skill was he and heartless In pursuit of ...
Good-Childre (Eugene Field Poems)
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -My heart turneth fondly to-dayWhere tinkle of tongues and patter of feetMake ...
Horace To Maecenas (Eugene Field Poems)
How breaks my heart to hear you say You feel the shadows fall about you! The gods ...
Good-Bye–Go (Eugene Field Poems)
I like the Anglo-Saxon speech With its direct revealings;It takes a hold, and seems to reach 'Way down into your ...
The Dream-Ship (Eugene Field Poems)
When the world is fast asleep, Along the midnight skies—As though it were a wandering cloud— The ghostly ...
Bion’s Song Of Eros (Eugene Field Poems)
Eros is the god of love; He and I are hand-in-glove. All the gentle, gracious Muses ...
Alaskan Balladry, No.1 (Eugene Field Poems)
The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away—"Fairest of all fair brides," he said, "Be thou ...
Christmas Morning (Eugene Field Poems)
The angel host that sped last night, Bearing the wondrous news afar, Came in their ...
Christmas Hymn (Eugene Field Poems)
Sing, Christmas bells!Say to the earth this is the mornWhereon our Saviour-King is born; Sing to all men,—the bond, the ...
A Drinking Song (Eugene Field Poems)
Come, brothers, share the fellowship We celebrate to-night;There's grace of song on every lip And every heart is light!But first, ...
Ailsie, My Bairn (Eugene Field Poems)
Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn,— Lie in my arms and dinna greit;Long time been past syn I kenned ...
Horace To Phyllis (Eugene Field Poems)
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices,And in your tresses you shall twine The ...
New-Year’s Eve (Eugene Field Poems)
Good old days--dear old days When my heart beat high and bold--When the things of earth seemed full of life, ...
The Doll’s Wooing (Eugene Field Poems)
The little French doll was a dear little dollTricked out in the sweetest of dresses;Her eyes were of hueA most ...
A Valentine (Eugene Field Poems)
Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite As blithe a little maid as you.And, though her hair is snowy white, ...
Ballad Of Women I Love (Eugene Field Poems)
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest,And a Franklin platter of ancient date Beareth ...
Soldier, Maiden, and Flower (Eugene Field Poems)
Sweetheart, take this, a soldier said, "And bid me brave good-by;It may befall we ne'er shall wed, But love can ...