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 ...
Eugene Field Poems (420 Poems)
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 ...
Hymn (Eugene Field Poems)
(FROM THE GERMAN OF MARTIN LUTHER)O heart of mine! lift up thine eyesAnd see who in yon manger lies!Of perfect ...
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 ...
To Maecenas (Eugene Field Poems)
Than you, O valued friend of mine, A better patron _non est_!Come, quaff my home-made Sabine wine,-- You'll find it ...
To Mary Field French (Eugene Field Poems)
A dying mother gave to you Her child a many years ago;How in your gracious love he grew, You know, ...
The Dying Year (Eugene Field Poems)
The year has been a tedious one-- A weary round of toil and sorrow, And, since it now at ...
Horatian Lyrics Odes I, 11. (Eugene Field Poems)
What end the gods may have ordained for me, And what for thee, Seek not to learn, Leuconoe; we ...
A Paraphrase, By Chaucer (Eugene Field Poems)
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
A Chaucerian Paraphrase Of Horace (Eugene Field Poems)
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;Like as a lyttel deere you ben ...
To His Lute (Eugene Field Poems)
If ever in the sylvan shadeA song immortal we have made,Come now, O lute, I prithee come,Inspire a song of ...
Horace To Pyrrha (Eugene Field Poems)
What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, With smiles for diet,Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha, On the quiet?For whom do you ...
A Paraphrase, By Dr. I.W. (Eugene Field Poems)
Why, Mistress Chloe, do you bother With prattlings and with vain adoYour worthy and industrious mother, Eschewing them that come ...
To Leuconoee (Eugene Field Poems)
Seek not, Leuconoee, to know how long you're going to live yet,What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what ...
To Chloe (Eugene Field Poems)
Chloe, you shun me like a hind That, seeking vainly for her mother,Hears danger in each breath of wind, And ...
Fame _vs._ Riches (Eugene Field Poems)
The Greeks had genius,--'t was a gift The Muse vouchsafed in glorious measure;The boon of Fame they made their aim ...
Quitting Again (Eugene Field Poems)
The hero of Affairs of loveBy far too numerous to be mentioned, And scarred as I'm, It seemeth timeThat I ...
Mother And Child (Eugene Field Poems)
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,—"Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever ...
Uhland’s “Chapel” (Eugene Field Poems)
Yonder stands the hillside chapel Mid the evergreens and rocks,All day long it hears the song Of the shepherd to ...
A Paraphrase, Circa 1715 (Eugene Field Poems)
Since Chloe is so monstrous fair,With such an eye and such an air,What wonder that the world complainsWhen she each ...
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, too, ...
A Paraphrase (Eugene Field Poems)
Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name;Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, in Heaven ...
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 boardDo thou sweet ...
Song (Eugene Field Poems)
WHY do the bells of Christmas ring?Why do little children sing?Once a lovely shining star,Seen by shepherds from afar,Gently moved ...
To Venus (Eugene Field Poems)
Venus, dear Cnidian-Paphian queen! Desert that Cyprus way off yonder,And fare you hence, where with incense My Glycera would have ...
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 ...
A Fickle Woman (Eugene Field Poems)
Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light; The unsuspecting seaman sets ...
Love Song–Heine (Eugene Field Poems)
Many a beauteous flower doth spring From the tears that flood my eyes,And the nightingale doth sing In the burthen ...
The Preference Declared (Eugene Field Poems)
Boy, I detest the Persian pomp; I hate those linden-bark devices;And as for roses, holy Moses! They can't be got ...