Eugene Field

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

Eugene Field Poems

1. "Booh!" 1/1/2004
2. "Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby" 1/1/2004
3. A Chaucerian Paraphrase Of Horace 1/1/2004
4. A Democratic Hymn 4/9/2010
5. A Dream Of Sunshine 4/9/2010
6. A Drinking Song 1/1/2004
7. A Fickle Woman 4/9/2010
8. A Heine Love Song 1/1/2004
9. A Lullaby 4/9/2010
10. A Paraphrase 1/1/2004
11. A Paraphrase Of Heine 4/9/2010
12. A Paraphrase, By Chaucer 4/9/2010
13. A Paraphrase, By Dr. I.W. 4/9/2010
14. A Paraphrase, Circa 1715 4/9/2010
15. A Piteous Plaint 1/1/2004
16. A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot 1/1/2004
17. A Rhine-Land Drinking Song 1/1/2004
18. A Roman Winter-Piece 4/9/2010
19. A Spring Poem From Bion 1/1/2004
20. A Tardy Apology 4/9/2010
21. A Valentine 1/1/2004
22. A Valentine To My Wife 4/9/2010
23. Abu Midjan 1/1/2004
24. After Reading Trollope's History Of Florence 4/9/2010
25. Ailsie, My Bairn 1/1/2004
26. Alaskan Balladry 4/9/2010
27. Alaskan Balladry, No.1 4/9/2010
28. An Autumn Treasure-Trove 4/9/2010
29. An Eclogue From Virgil 4/9/2010
30. An Invitation To Maecenas 4/9/2010
31. An Ode To Fortune 4/9/2010
32. Apple-Pie And Cheese 1/1/2004
33. Armenian Folk-Song--The Partridge 4/9/2010
34. Armenian Folk-Song--The Stork 4/9/2010
35. Armenian Lullaby 3/31/2012
36. Ashes On The Slide 3/31/2012
37. At Cheyenne 1/1/2004
38. At Play 1/1/2004
39. At The Door 1/1/2004
40. Ballad Of The Jelly-Cake 3/31/2012
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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Pan Liveth

They told me once that Pan was dead,
And so, in sooth, I thought him;
For vainly where the streamlets led
Through flowery meads I sought him--
Nor in his dewy pasture bed
Nor in the grove I caught him.
"Tell me," 'twas so my clamor ran--
"Tell me, oh, where is Pan?"

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