Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby (Eugene Field Poems)
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing'Lollyby, lolly, lollyby.'And presently that ...
Eugene Field Poems on Sleep (31 Poems)
The Vision Of The Holy Grail (Eugene Field Poems)
_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth, To fill our hearts with heedless mirth This holy Christmasse time; ...
Alaskan Balladry (Eugene Field Poems)
Krinken was a little child,—It was summer when he smiled.Oft the hoary sea and grimStretched its white arms out to ...
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 ...
In Praise Of Contentment (Eugene Field Poems)
(HORACE'S ODES, III, I)I hate the common, vulgar herd! Away they scamper when I "booh" 'em!But pretty girls and nice ...
The Death Of Robin Hood (Eugene Field Poems)
Give me my bow, said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me;And where 't is shot mark thou that spot, ...
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 ...
Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby (Eugene Field Poems)
Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing,I heard a moder to her dearie singing ...
A Lullaby (Eugene Field Poems)
The stars are twinkling in the skies, The earth is lost in slumbers deep;So hush, my sweet, and close thine ...
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 Rock-A-By Lady (Eugene Field Poems)
The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby streetComes stealing; comes creeping;The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,And each hath ...
The Stork (Eugene Field Poems)
Last night the Stork came stalking,And, Stork, beneath your wingLay, lapped in dreamless slumber,The tiniest little thing!From Babyland, out yonderBeside ...
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 ...
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 ...
In The Firelight (Eugene Field Poems)
The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here and there,The firelight ...
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, ...
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 ...
The Sleeping Child (Eugene Field Poems)
My baby slept--how calm his rest, As o'er his handsome face a smile Like that of angel flitted, whileHe lay ...
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 ...
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 ...
The stork (Eugene Field Poem)
Last night the Stork came stalking, And, Stork, beneath your wing Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber, The tiniest little thing! ...
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 Divine Lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; I hear it by the stormy sea When winter nights are black and wild, ...
The Death of Robin Hood (Eugene Field Poem)
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
Some time (Eugene Field Poem)
Last night, my darling, as you slept, I thought I heard you sigh, And to your little crib I crept, ...
Sicilian Lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
Hush, little one, and fold your hands; The sun hath set, the moon is high; The sea is singing to ...
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 ...
Japanese lullaby (Eugene Field Poem)
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- ...
Krinken (Eugene Field Poem)
Krinken was a little child,-- It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white ...