To Quintus Hirpinus (Eugene Field Poems)
To Scythian and Cantabrian plots, Pay them no heed, O Quintius! So long as we From care are ...
Eugene Field Poems on God (70 Poems)
To Emma Abbott (Eugene Field Poems)
There—let thy hands be folded Awhile in sleep's repose;The patient hands that wearied not,But earnestly and nobly wrought ...
To Pompeius Varus (Eugene Field Poems)
Pompey, what fortune gives you back To the friends and the gods who love you?Once more you stand in your ...
The Reconciliation (Eugene Field Poems)
HEWhen you were mine, in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle,I'll not deny, fair nymph, ...
A Roman Winter-Piece (Eugene Field Poems)
See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow, Soracte mocks the sullen sky;How, groaning loud, the woods are bowed, And chained ...
The Dead Babe (Eugene Field Poems)
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead,In agony I knelt and said:"0 God! what have I done,Or in what ...
Abu Midjan (Eugene Field Poems)
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine,So that its juices, red and blithe, May ...
Chrystmasse Of Olde (Eugene Field Poems)
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,—God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ye ...
Chicago Weather (Eugene Field Poems)
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets ...
The Twenty-Third (Eugene Field Poems)
My Shepherd is the Lord my God,— There is no want I know;His flock He leads in verdant meads, Where ...
Hymn (Eugene Field Poems)
(FROM THE GERMAN OF MARTIN LUTHER)O heart of mine! lift up thine eyesAnd see who in yon manger lies!Of perfect ...
Horatian Lyrics Odes I, 11. (Eugene Field Poems)
What end the gods may have ordained for me, And what for thee, Seek not to learn, Leuconoe; we ...
A Paraphrase, By Chaucer (Eugene Field Poems)
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
A Chaucerian Paraphrase Of Horace (Eugene Field Poems)
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
To Leuconoee (Eugene Field Poems)
Seek not, Leuconoee, to know how long you're going to live yet,What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what ...
Heine’s “Widow Or Daughter?” (Eugene Field Poems)
Shall I woo the one or other? Both attract me—more's the pity!Pretty is the widowed mother, And the daughter, too, ...
Inscription For My Little Son’s Silver Plate (Eugene Field Poems)
When thou dost eat from off this plate,I charge thee be thou temperate;Unto thine elders at the boardDo thou sweet ...
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poem)
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
To emma abbott (Eugene Field Poem)
There--let thy hands be folded Awhile in sleep's repose; The patient hands that wearied not, But earnestly and nobly wrought ...
Two idylls from bion the smyrnean (Eugene Field Poem)
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
To cinna (Eugene Field Poem)
Cinna, the great Venusian told In songs that will not die How in Augustan days of old Your love did ...
To a Usurper (Eugene Field Poem)
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,-- A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years ...
The Twenty-Third Psalm (Eugene Field Poem)
My Shepherd is the Lord my God,-- There is no want I know; His flock He leads in verdant meads, ...
The singing in god’s acre (Eugene Field Poems)
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant ...
The dead babe (Eugene Field Poem)
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
The “happy isles” of horace (Eugene Field Poem)
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed ...
Soldier, Maiden, and Flower (Eugene Field Poem)
"Sweetheart, take this," a soldier said, "And bid me brave good-by; It may befall we ne'er shall wed, But love ...
Mary smith (Eugene Field Poem)
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Little Willie (Eugene Field Poem)
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
Hymn (Eugene Field Poem)
(FROM THE GERMAN OF MARTIN LUTHER) O heart of mine! lift up thine eyes And see who in yon manger ...