Eugene Field

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

Eugene Field Poems

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

The fire upon the hearth is low,
And there is stillness everywhere,
While like winged spirits, here and there,
The firelight shadows fluttering go.
And as the shadows round me creep,
A childish treble breaks the gloom,
And softly from a further room
Comes, "Now I lay me down to sleep."

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