Eugene Field

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

Eugene Field Poems

121. Jest 'Fore Christmas 1/1/2004
122. Jewish Lullaby 3/31/2012
123. John Smith 4/9/2010
124. Kissing Time 1/1/2004
125. Krinken 1/1/2004
126. Lady Button-Eyes 1/1/2004
127. Let Us Have Peace 4/9/2010
128. Little All-Aloney 1/1/2004
129. Little Boy Blue 1/1/2004
130. Little Croodlin Doo 1/1/2004
131. Little Mack 1/1/2004
132. Little Miss Brag 1/1/2004
133. Little Willie 1/1/2004
134. Little-Oh Dear 1/1/2004
135. Long Ago 1/1/2004
136. Long Meter 4/9/2010
137. Love Song--Heine 1/1/2004
138. Lullaby; By The Sea 1/1/2004
139. Lydia Dick 4/9/2010
140. Lyman, Frederick, And Jim 1/1/2004
141. Madge: Ye Hoyden 1/1/2004
142. Marcus Varro 4/9/2010
143. Marthy's Younkit 1/1/2004
144. Mary Smith 1/1/2004
145. Mediaeval Eventide Song 1/1/2004
146. Mortality 4/9/2010
147. Mother And Child 1/1/2004
148. Mother And Sphinx 1/1/2004
149. Mr. Dana, Of The New York Sun 1/1/2004
150. My Garden 4/9/2010
151. My Playmates 1/1/2004
152. Mysterious Doings 1/1/2004
153. New-Year's Eve 4/9/2010
154. Nightfall In Dordrecht 4/9/2010
155. Norse Lullaby 1/1/2004
156. Old Dutch Love Song 4/9/2010
157. Old English Lullaby 4/9/2010
158. Old Spanish Song 4/9/2010
159. Orkney Lullaby 1/1/2004
160. Our Biggest Fish 1/1/2004
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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"Booh!"

On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,
And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,
In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,
And cautiously and quietly I move about the place;
Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view,
And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"!

Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared,
And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared;

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