Eugene Field

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

Eugene Field Poems

201. A Lullaby 4/9/2010
202. At Cheyenne 1/1/2004
203. Our Lady Of The Mine 1/1/2004
204. Ailsie, My Bairn 1/1/2004
205. In Flanders 1/1/2004
206. The Singing In God's Acre 1/1/2004
207. A Tardy Apology 4/9/2010
208. The Twenty-Third Psalm 1/1/2004
209. A Fickle Woman 4/9/2010
210. So, So, Rock-A-By So! 1/1/2004
211. The Cunnin' Little Thing 1/1/2004
212. Suppose 1/1/2004
213. The Rock-A-By Lady 1/1/2004
214. Little Miss Brag 1/1/2004
215. Two Valentines 1/1/2004
216. The Death Of Robin Hood 1/1/2004
217. The Happy Household 1/1/2004
218. Cornish Lullaby 1/1/2004
219. Old English Lullaby 4/9/2010
220. My Playmates 1/1/2004
221. Ben Apfelgarten 1/1/2004
222. The Bottle Tree 1/1/2004
223. Pan Liveth 1/1/2004
224. The Wanderer 1/1/2004
225. Our Two Opinions 1/1/2004
226. Lullaby; By The Sea 1/1/2004
227. Ballad Of Women I Love 1/1/2004
228. Good-Children Street 1/1/2004
229. Sicilian Lullaby 1/1/2004
230. Winfreda 1/1/2004
231. Swing High And Swing Low 1/1/2004
232. Fisherman Jim's Kids 1/1/2004
233. Good-Bye--God Bless You! 1/1/2004
234. The Divine Lullaby 1/1/2004
235. A Rhine-Land Drinking Song 1/1/2004
236. A Piteous Plaint 1/1/2004
237. Mysterious Doings 1/1/2004
238. A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot 1/1/2004
239. A Heine Love Song 1/1/2004
240. A Chaucerian Paraphrase Of Horace 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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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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