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 Life (37 Poems)
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 ...
Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poems)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee—"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, ...
Mary Smith (Eugene Field Poems)
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith,There used to live a pretty girl whose name was ...
Intry-Mintry (Eugene Field Poems)
Willie and Bess, Georgie and May - Once, as these children were hard at play, An ...
The Bottle And The Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go To see the dazzling splendors of a ...
Plaint Of The Missouri ‘Coon In The Berlin Zoological Gardens (Eugene Field Poems)
Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know, And born in old Mizzourah, where the ...
In New Orleans (Eugene Field Poems)
'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befellThe tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;So come, my sweet collector ...
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 ...
Pittypat and Tippytoe (Eugene Field Poems)
All day long they come and go— Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, ...
Horace To Maecenas (Eugene Field Poems)
How breaks my heart to hear you say You feel the shadows fall about you! The gods ...
An Invitation To Maecenas (Eugene Field Poems)
Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask Of wine solicits your attention;And roses fair, to deck your hair, And things too ...
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 Lyric Muse (Eugene Field Poems)
I love the lyric muse!For when mankind ran wild in grooves Came holy Orpheus with his songsAnd turned men's hearts ...
Horace And Lydia Reconciled (Eugene Field Poems)
HORACEWhen you were mine in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle, I'll not ...
Wine, Women, And Song (Eugene Field Poems)
Ovarus mine, Plant thou the vineWithin this kindly soil of Tibur; Nor temporal woes, Nor spiritual, knowsThe ...
Pike’s Peak (Eugene Field Poems)
I stood upon the peak, amid the air; Below me lay the peopled, busy earth. Life, ...
A Rhine-Land Drinking Song (Eugene Field Poems)
If our own life is the life of a flower (And that's what some sages are thinking),We should moisten ...
To A Usurper (Eugene Field Poems)
Aha! a traitor in the camp, A rebel strangely bold,—A lisping, laughing, toddling scamp, Not more than four years old!To ...
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 ...
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, ...
When The Poet Came (Eugene Field Poems)
The ferny places gleam at morn, The dew drips off the leaves of corn; Along the brook a mist of ...
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 ...
At The Door (Eugene Field Poems)
I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock;But, lo! he toddling comes to lure My ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
Pittypat and Tippytoe (Eugene Field Poem)
All day long they come and go-- Pittypat and Tippytoe; Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the ...