Eugene Field Poems (420 Poems)
Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby (Eugene Field Poems)
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing‘Lollyby, lolly, lollyby.’And presently that chylde did cease hys weeping,And on his moder’s breast did fall a-sleeping,To ‘lolly, lolly, lollyby.’ Faire ben the chylde unto … Continue reading
Booh! (Eugene Field Poems)
On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse’s lap,In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,And cautiously and quietly I move about the place;Then, with a … Continue reading
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 all the wonders happening there The strangest hap befellUpon a famous Aprile morn, As I you now shall tell. … Continue reading
The Peter-Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes it over;Down in the pasture the sheep hear that strange crying for Peter,Over the meadows that call is aye and … Continue reading
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 May,Ye shraddy boscage of ye woods ben full of birds that syngRight merrilie a madrigal unto ye waking spring,Ye whiles … Continue reading
John Smith (Eugene Field Poems)
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the tumbling sea; There was no water in my eyes, but my spirits were depressed And my heart lay like a … Continue reading
Prof. vere de blaw (Eugene Field Poems)
Achievin’ sech distinction with his moddel tabble doteEz to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,Our old friend Casey innovated somewhat round the place,In hopes he would ameliorate the sufferin’s uv the race;‘Nd uv the many features … Continue reading
Casey’s Table D’Hote (Eugene Field Poems)
Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair ‘nd blue,When the money flowed like likker, ‘nd the folks wuz brave ‘nd true!When the nights wuz crisp ‘nd balmy, ‘nd the camp wuz all astir,With the joints … Continue reading
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poems)
Where wail the waters in their flawA spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shoreBemoans the heir of Yvytot. Sometimes, when, like a fleecy pall,The mists upon the waters fall, Across the main float shadows twainThat do not … Continue reading
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 name wuz Cantell Whoppers, ‘nd he wuz a sight ter viewEz he walked inter the orfice ‘nd inquired fer work … Continue reading
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