The Night Wind (Eugene Field Poems)
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?'T is a pitiful sound to hear!It seems to chill you through and ...
Eugene Field Poems on Night (96 Poems)
Christmas Hymn (Eugene Field Poems)
Sing, Christmas bells!Say to the earth this is the mornWhereon our Saviour-King is born; Sing to all men,—the bond, the ...
Christmas Treasures (Eugene Field Poems)
I count my treasures o'er with care.— The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue,A little ...
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 wings are ...
A Piteous Plaint (Eugene Field Poems)
I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play;No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by ...
Mother And Sphinx (Eugene Field Poems)
(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG)Grim is the face that looks into the night Over the stretch of sands;A sullen rock in a sea ...
The Shut-Eye Train (Eugene Field Poems)
Come, my little one, with me!There are wondrous sights to seeAs the evening shadows fall;In your pretty cap and gown,Don't ...
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 Doll’s Wooing (Eugene Field Poems)
The little French doll was a dear little dollTricked out in the sweetest of dresses;Her eyes were of hueA most ...
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 ...
Lullaby; By The Sea (Eugene Field Poems)
Fair is the castle up on the hill— Hushaby, sweet my own!The night is fair, and the waves ...
Wine, Women, And Song (Eugene Field Poems)
Ovarus mine, Plant thou the vineWithin this kindly soil of Tibur; Nor temporal woes, Nor spiritual, knowsThe ...
To Robin Goodfellow (Eugene Field Poems)
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin';You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you dinna ...
Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby (Eugene Field Poems)
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing ...
Orkney Lullaby (Eugene Field Poems)
A moonbeam floateth from the skies,Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie!I would spin a web before your eyes,—A beautiful web of silver ...
Japanese Lullaby (Eugene Field Poems)
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,— Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes;Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging— Swinging ...
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 ...
Some Time (Eugene Field Poems)
Last night, my darling, as you slept, I thought I heard you sigh,And to your little crib I crept, And ...
The Divine Lullaby (Eugene Field Poems)
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord;I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild,And when, ...
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, ...
Dead Roses (Eugene Field Poems)
He placed a rose in my nut-brown hair-- A deep red rose with a fragrant heart And said: ...
Star of the east (Eugene Field Poems)
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their wayWhere, angels singing to and fro, The Child ...
Garden And Cradle (Eugene Field Poems)
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;The posies they are good to ...
Hi-Spy (Eugene Field Poems)
Strange that the city thoroughfare, Noisy and bustling all the day,Should with the night renounce its care, And lend itself ...
The Song Of Luddy-Dud (Eugene Field Poems)
A sunbeam comes a-creepingInto my dear one's nest,And sings to our babe a-sleepingThe song that I love the best:"'T is ...
A Heine Love Song (Eugene Field Poems)
The image of the moon at night All trembling in the ocean lies,But she, with calm and steadfast light, Moves ...
Winfreda (Eugene Field Poem)
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
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 ...
To Robin Goodfellow (Eugene Field Poem)
I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, Through yonder lattice creepin'; You come for cream and to gar me dream, But you ...
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 ...