Little-oh dear (Eugene Field Poem)
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
Eugene Field Poems (420 Poems)
Long ago (Eugene Field Poem)
I once knew all the birds that came And nested in our orchard trees; For every flower I had a ...
Lyman, frederick, and jim (Eugene Field Poem)
(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship-- Steamed to ...
Madge: Ye Hoyden (Eugene Field Poem)
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Little Willie (Eugene Field Poem)
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
Little all-aloney (Eugene Field Poem)
Little All-Aloney's feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere ...
Little Boy Blue (Eugene Field Poem)
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is ...
Little croodlin doo (Eugene Field Poem)
Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin doo? Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin' on the lea? Ho, bonnie ...
Little Mack (Eugene Field Poem)
This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O ...
Little miss brag (Eugene Field Poem)
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little ...
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-- ...
Jessie (Eugene Field Poem)
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish ...
Kissing time (Eugene Field Poem)
'T is when the lark goes soaring And the bee is at the bud, When lightly dancing zephyrs Sing over ...
Krinken (Eugene Field Poem)
Krinken was a little child,-- It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white ...
Lady button-eyes (Eugene Field Poem)
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
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 ...
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 ...
Hymn (Eugene Field Poem)
(FROM THE GERMAN OF MARTIN LUTHER) O heart of mine! lift up thine eyes And see who in yon manger ...
In The Firelight (Eugene Field Poem)
The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere, While like winged spirits, here and there, The ...
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 board ...
Horace and Lydia Reconciled (Eugene Field Poem)
HORACE When you were mine in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle, I'll not deny, ...
Horace iii. 13 (Eugene Field Poem)
O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe; A ...
Horace to Melpomene (Eugene Field Poem)
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
Horace to phyllis (Eugene Field Poem)
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
Horace to Pyrrha (Eugene Field Poem)
What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet, Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet? For whom ...
Heine’s “Widow or Daughter?” (Eugene Field Poems)
Shall I woo the one or other? Both attract me--more's the pity! Pretty is the widowed mother, And the daughter, ...
Hi-spy (Eugene Field Poem)
Strange that the city thoroughfare, Noisy and bustling all the day, Should with the night renounce its care, And lend ...
Fisherman jim’s kids (Eugene Field Poems)
Fisherman Jim lived on the hill With his bonnie wife an' his little boys; 'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as ...
Garden and cradle (Eugene Field Poem)
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are ...
Good-Children Street (Eugene Field Poem)
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...