Eugene Field

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

Eugene Field Poems

281. The Sugar-Plum Tree 1/1/2004
282. "Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby" 1/1/2004
283. The Duel 1/1/2004
284. Child And Mother 1/1/2004
285. Jest 'Fore Christmas 1/1/2004
286. Wynken, Blynken, And Nod 1/20/2003
287. Little Boy Blue 1/1/2004

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  • Rena Bradbury (10/26/2005 6:03:00 PM)

    My grandfather read Eugene Field to me when I was younger. He is by far my favorite poet. I have noticed however that there are a few type-o's in some of them. You have even left out a compleat verse in 'Pittypat and Tippytoe'. I am wondering if you did this because of its refference to God? Even though, you have done a wonderful thing here. Thank you.

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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