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 ...
Eugene Field Poems on Love (79 Poems)
With Trumpet And Drum (Eugene Field Poems)
With big tin trumpet and little red drum,Marching like soldiers, the children come!It 's this way and that way they ...
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 ...
The “Happy Isles” of Horace (Eugene Field Poems)
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder,Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze ...
Cornish Lullaby (Eugene Field Poems)
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long,The trolls go up and the trolls go ...
The Happy Isles (Eugene Field Poems)
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles In the golden haze off yonder,Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze ...
Christmas Eve (Eugene Field Poems)
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, The evening shades are falling,-- Hush thee, my dear, dost ...
Over the hills and far away (Eugene Field Poems)
Over the hills and far away,A little boy steals from his morning playAnd under the blossoming apple-treeHe lies and he ...
A Valentine To My Wife (Eugene Field Poems)
Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You'll find the love I've often spoken-The ...
Hugo’s “Flower To Butterfly” (Eugene Field Poems)
Sweet, bide with me and let my love Be an enduring tether;Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, But let ...
Christmas Eve 1914 (Eugene Field Poems)
Silent, to-night, o'er Judah's hills Bend low the angel throng,No heavenly music fills the air Exultantly with song;Yet, ...
Old Dutch Love Song (Eugene Field Poems)
I am not rich, and yet my wealth Surpasseth human measure; My store untold Is ...
To Albius Tibullus (Eugene Field Poems)
Not to lament that rival flame Wherewith the heartless Glycera scorns you,Nor waste your time in maudlin rhyme, How many ...
Hugo’s “Pool In The Forest” (Eugene Field Poems)
How calm, how beauteous and how cool— How like a sister to the skies,Appears the broad, transparent pool That in ...
With Two Spoons For Two Spoons (Eugene Field Poems)
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid manyThat loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen Jenney.And ...
Of Blessed Memory (Eugene Field Poems)
I often wonder mother loves to creepUp to the garret where a cupboard stands,And sit upon the musty floor and ...
A Paraphrase Of Heine (Eugene Field Poems)
(LYRIC INTERMEZZO)There fell a star from realms above-- A glittering, glorious star to see!Methought it was the star of love, ...
Horace To His Lute (Eugene Field Poems)
If ever in the sylvan shade A song immortal we have made, Come now, O lute, I pri' thee come-- ...
To His Lute (Eugene Field Poems)
If ever in the sylvan shadeA song immortal we have made,Come now, O lute, I prithee come,Inspire a song of ...
Quitting Again (Eugene Field Poems)
The hero of Affairs of loveBy far too numerous to be mentioned, And scarred as I'm, It seemeth timeThat I ...
Mother And Child (Eugene Field Poems)
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,—"Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever ...
Love Song–Heine (Eugene Field Poems)
Many a beauteous flower doth spring From the tears that flood my eyes,And the nightingale doth sing In the burthen ...
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poem)
Where wail the waters in their flaw A spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shore Bemoans the ...
With Trumpet and Drum (Eugene Field Poem)
With big tin trumpet and little red drum, Marching like soldiers, the children come! It 's this way and that ...
With two spoons for two spoons (Eugene Field Poem)
How trifling shall these gifts appear Among the splendid many That loving friends now send to cheer Harvey and Ellen ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 wind (Eugene Field Poem)
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
The doll’s wooing (Eugene Field Poems)
The little French doll was a dear little doll Tricked out in the sweetest of dresses; Her eyes were of ...