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 ...
Eugene Field Poems on Art (28 Poems)
Our Lady of the Mine (Eugene Field Poems)
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv,And there befell the episode I now perpose to ...
The Tin Bank (Eugene Field Poems)
Speaking of banks, I'm bound to say That a bank of tin is far the best, And I know ...
In Praise Of Truth And Simplicity In Song (Eugene Field Poems)
Oh, for the honest, blithesome times Of bosky Sherwood long ago, When Allen trolled ...
Beranger’s “To My Old Coat” (Eugene Field Poems)
Still serve me in my age, I pray, As in my youth, O faithful one;For years I've brushed thee every ...
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 ...
To De Witt Miller (Eugene Field Poems)
Dear Miller: You and I despise The cad who gathers books to sell 'em, Be they but sixteen-mos in ...
Twin Idols (Eugene Field Poems)
There are two phrases, you must know, So potent (yet so small)That wheresoe'er a man may go He needs none ...
Epilogue (Eugene Field Poems)
The day is done; and, lo! the shades Melt 'neath Diana's mellow grace.Hark, how those deep, designing maids Feign terror ...
The Old Homestead (Eugene Field Poems)
JEST as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd Appears a meanin' hid from other eyes,So, in ...
To Mother Venus (Eugene Field Poems)
O mother Venus, quit, I pray, Your violent assailing!The arts, forsooth, that fired my youth At last are unavailing;My blood ...
To A Jar Of Wine (Eugene Field Poems)
O gracious jar,--my friend, my twin, Born at the time when I was born,--Whether tomfoolery you inspireOr animate with love's ...
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 ...
An Ode To Fortune (Eugene Field Poems)
O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I call,Dwelling at Antium, thou hast power to crownThe veriest clod with riches ...
The Jaffa And Jerusalem Railway (Eugene Field Poems)
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there;A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining chair;Some ...
Old Spanish Song (Eugene Field Poems)
I'm thinking of the wooing That won my maiden heartWhen he--he came pursuing A love unused to art.Into the drowsy ...
Consistency (Eugene Field Poems)
Should painter attach to a fair human head The thick, turgid neck of a stallion,Or depict a spruce lass with ...
Norse lullaby (Eugene Field Poems)
The sky is dark and the hills are whiteAs the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,And this is the song ...
Fame _vs._ Riches (Eugene Field Poems)
The Greeks had genius,--'t was a gift The Muse vouchsafed in glorious measure;The boon of Fame they made their aim ...
With brutus in st. jo (Eugene Field Poem)
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
Twin idols (Eugene Field Poem)
There are two phrases, you must know, So potent (yet so small) That wheresoe'er a man may go He needs ...
The wooing of the southland (Eugene Field Poem)
(ALASKAN BALLAD) The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away-- "Fairest of all fair brides," he ...
The jaffa and jerusalem railway (Eugene Field Poem)
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
The Bibliomaniac’s Prayer (Eugene Field Poems)
Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,-- My purse ...
Our Lady of the Mine (Eugene Field Poem)
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
Norse lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
The sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is ...
Horace to Melpomene (Eugene Field Poem)
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
Ballad of women i love (Eugene Field Poem)
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date ...