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 (420 Poems)
Booh! (Eugene Field Poems)
On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,In ...
The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup (Eugene Field Poems)
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and harkUnto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park.Of ...
The Peter-Bird (Eugene Field Poems)
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes ...
A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot (Eugene Field Poems)
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awayeYe poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a merrie ...
John Smith (Eugene Field Poems)
To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be With thinking of my home and friends across the ...
Prof. vere de blaw (Eugene Field Poems)
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble doteEz to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,Our old ...
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 ...
Yvytot (Eugene Field Poems)
Where wail the waters in their flawA spectre wanders to and fro, And evermore that ghostly shoreBemoans the heir of ...
Mr. Dana, Of The New York Sun (Eugene Field Poems)
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York Sun.His ...
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 ...
The Delectable Ballad Of The Waller Lot (Eugene Field Poems)
Up yonder in Buena ParkThere is a famous spot,In legend and in historyYclept the Waller Lot.There children play in daytimeAnd ...
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, ...
A Dream Of Sunshine (Eugene Field Poems)
I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the waysWhich people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--The ...
Marthy’s Younkit (Eugene Field Poems)
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its wayEz if it waited for a child to jine it in ...
Our Lady of the Mine (Eugene Field Poems)
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv,And there befell the episode I now perpose to ...
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; ...
The Stoddards (Eugene Field Poems)
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night,To visit with my honest, genial friends, the ...
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 ...
De Amicitiis (Eugene Field Poems)
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife,Upon my word I do not heed 'em; ...
The Tin Bank (Eugene Field Poems)
Speaking of banks, I'm bound to say That a bank of tin is far the best, And I know ...
Intry-Mintry (Eugene Field Poems)
Willie and Bess, Georgie and May - Once, as these children were hard at play, An ...
Sister’s cake (Eugene Field Poems)
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;Nay, I'll ...
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 ...
Dear Old London (Eugene Field Poems)
When I was broke in London in the fall of '89, I chanced to spy in Oxford Street this tantalizing ...
The Two Little Skeezucks (Eugene Field Poems)
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea;They clambered and rollicked in ...
After Reading Trollope’s History Of Florence (Eugene Field Poems)
My books are on their shelves againAnd clouds lie low with mist and rain.Afar the Arno murmurs lowThe tale of ...
Little Mack (Eugene Field Poems)
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!He ...
Apple-Pie And Cheese (Eugene Field Poems)
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powersHas come across the ocean To harm this land of ours;And heresies ...