Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

Eugene Field Poems

1. To Ligurinus 4/9/2010
2. To Lydia 4/9/2010
3. To M.L. Gray, 4/9/2010
4. To Maecenas 4/9/2010
5. To Mary Field French 4/9/2010
6. To Mother Venus 4/9/2010
7. To Pompeius Varus 4/9/2010
8. To Quintus Dellius 4/9/2010
9. Two Idylls From Bion The Smyrnean 4/9/2010
10. To Venus 4/9/2010
11. To Quintus Hirpinus 4/9/2010
12. To The Fountain Of Bandusia 4/9/2010
13. Armenian Lullaby 3/31/2012
14. Ganderfeather's Gift 3/31/2012
15. Gold And Love For Dearie 3/31/2012
16. Jewish Lullaby 3/31/2012
17. Cobbler And Stork 3/31/2012
18. Father's Letter 3/31/2012
19. Uhland's 4/9/2010
20. John Smith 4/9/2010
21. Ashes On The Slide 3/31/2012
22. Bambino (Corsican Lullaby) 3/31/2012
23. The Conversazzhony 1/1/2004
24. Uhland's White Stag 4/9/2010
25. Ballad Of The Jelly-Cake 3/31/2012
26. To Leuconoee 4/9/2010
27. The Drum 1/1/2004
28. To John J. Knickerbocker, Jr. 4/9/2010
29. Doctor Rabelais 4/9/2010
30. Consistency 4/9/2010
31. Christmas Hymn 4/9/2010
32. Envoy 1/1/2004
33. Alaskan Balladry 4/9/2010
34. Béranger's "Broken Fiddle" 1/1/2004
35. Chrystmasse Of Olde 1/1/2004
36. Clare Market 4/9/2010
37. Bethlehem-Town 4/9/2010
38. Beard And Baby 4/9/2010
39. Christmas Morning 4/9/2010
40. An Eclogue From Virgil 4/9/2010
Best Poem of Eugene Field

Little Boy Blue

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
So toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamed of the pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue,--
Oh, the years are many, the ...

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In The Firelight

The fire upon the hearth is low,
And there is stillness everywhere,
While like winged spirits, here and there,
The firelight shadows fluttering go.
And as the shadows round me creep,
A childish treble breaks the gloom,
And softly from a further room
Comes, "Now I lay me down to sleep."

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