Eugene Field

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

Eugene Field Poems

81. The Duel 1/1/2004
82. The Drum 1/1/2004
83. The Dream-Ship 1/1/2004
84. The Dreams 1/1/2004
85. The Doll's Wooing 1/1/2004
86. The Divine Lullaby 1/1/2004
87. The Discreet Collector 1/1/2004
88. The Dinkey Bird 1/1/2004
89. The Delectable Ballad Of The Waller Lot 1/1/2004
90. The Death Of Robin Hood 1/1/2004
91. The Dead Babe 1/1/2004
92. The Cunnin' Little Thing 1/1/2004
93. The Conversazzhony 1/1/2004
94. The Convalescent Gripster 4/9/2010
95. The Brook 1/1/2004
96. The Broken Ring 4/9/2010
97. The Bow-Leg Boy 1/1/2004
98. The Bottle Tree 1/1/2004
99. The Bottle And The Bird 4/9/2010
100. The Blue And Gray 4/9/2010
101. The Bibliomaniac's's Prayer 1/1/2004
102. The Bibliomaniac's Prayer 1/1/2004
103. The Bibliomaniac's Bride 1/1/2004
104. The Bench-Legged Fyce 1/1/2004
105. The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup 4/9/2010
106. The "Happy Isles" Of Horace 1/1/2004
107. Swing High And Swing Low 1/1/2004
108. Suppose 1/1/2004
109. Summer Heat 4/9/2010
110. Stoves And Sunshine 1/1/2004
111. Star Of The East 1/1/2004
112. Some Time 1/1/2004
113. Soldier, Maiden, And Flower 1/1/2004
114. So, So, Rock-A-By So! 1/1/2004
115. Sister's Cake 1/1/2004
116. Sicilian Lullaby 1/1/2004
117. Shuffle-Shoon And Amber-Locks 1/1/2004
118. Seein' Things 1/1/2004
119. Sailor And Shade 4/9/2010
120. Quitting Again 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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Wynken, Blynken, And Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,--
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,"

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