Consistency (Eugene Field Poems)
Should painter attach to a fair human head The thick, turgid neck of a stallion,Or depict a spruce lass with ...
Eugene Field Poems (420 Poems)
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 ...
To Cinna (Eugene Field Poems)
Cinna, the great Venusian told In songs that will not dieHow in Augustan days of old Your love did glorifyHis ...
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 ...
Ed (Eugene Field Poems)
Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion,You cudn't stop him any more'n a ...
Guess (Eugene Field Poems)
There is a certain Yankee phrase I always have revered,Yet, somehow, in these modern days, It's almost disappeared;It was the ...
Horace II, 3. (Eugene Field Poems)
Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath, Or speed with ...
To Quintus Hirpinus (Eugene Field Poems)
To Scythian and Cantabrian plots, Pay them no heed, O Quintius! So long as we From care are ...
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 ...
So, so, rock-a-by so! (Eugene Field Poems)
So, so, rock-a-by so!Off to the garden where dreamikins grow;And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes,And here is ...
At Play (Eugene Field Poems)
Play that you are mother dear,And play that papa is your beau;Play that we sit in the corner here,Just as ...
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 ...
Little-Oh Dear (Eugene Field Poems)
See, what a wonderful garden is here,Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear!Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown -Search ...
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 ...
Christmas Eve (Eugene Field Poems)
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, The evening shades are falling,-- Hush thee, my dear, dost ...
A Democratic Hymn (Eugene Field Poems)
Republicans of differing views Are pro or con protection; If that's the issue they would choose, Why, we ...
The Truth About Horace (Eugene Field Poems)
It is very aggravating To hear the solemn pratingOf the fossils who are statingThat old Horace was a prude; When ...
Horace I, 22. (Eugene Field Poems)
Fuscus, whoso to good inclines-- And is a faultless liver-- Nor moorish spear nor bow need fear, Nor ...
Uhland’s (Eugene Field Poems)
There were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine,And gayly they called to the hostess for wine."And where is thy ...
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 ...
Beard And Baby (Eugene Field Poems)
I say, as one who never fearedThe wrath of a subscriber's bullet,I pity him who has a beardBut has no ...
To Pompeius Varus (Eugene Field Poems)
Pompey, what fortune gives you back To the friends and the gods who love you?Once more you stand in your ...
The Reconciliation (Eugene Field Poems)
HEWhen you were mine, in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle,I'll not deny, fair nymph, ...
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 Little Peach (Eugene Field Poems)
A little peach in the orchard grew,—A little peach of emerald hue;Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, ...
When The Poet Came (Eugene Field Poems)
The ferny places gleam at morn, The dew drips off the leaves of corn; Along the brook a mist of ...
Little Boy Blue (Eugene Field Poems)
The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands;And the little toy soldier is red ...
Horace I, 4. (Eugene Field Poems)
'Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea; The breezes, loitering kindly over The fields, again bring herds and ...