Eugene Field

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

Eugene Field Poems

241. A Chaucerian Paraphrase Of Horace 1/1/2004
242. Shuffle-Shoon And Amber-Locks 1/1/2004
243. Yvytot 1/1/2004
244. The Little Peach 1/1/2004
245. Star Of The East 1/1/2004
246. The Doll's Wooing 1/1/2004
247. Abu Midjan 1/1/2004
248. Mr. Dana, Of The New York Sun 1/1/2004
249. The Dream-Ship 1/1/2004
250. Fiddle-Dee-Dee 1/1/2004
251. At The Door 1/1/2004
252. Krinken 1/1/2004
253. With Two Spoons For Two Spoons 1/1/2004
254. Over The Hills And Far Away 4/9/2010
255. The Night Wind 1/1/2004
256. Sister's Cake 1/1/2004
257. Orkney Lullaby 1/1/2004
258. The Dreams 1/1/2004
259. At Play 1/1/2004
260. A Paraphrase 1/1/2004
261. Mother And Child 1/1/2004
262. The Dinkey Bird 1/1/2004
263. Some Time 1/1/2004
264. With Trumpet And Drum 1/1/2004
265. When I Was A Boy 1/1/2004
266. The Fly-Away Horse 1/1/2004
267. A Spring Poem From Bion 1/1/2004
268. Picnic-Time 1/1/2004
269. Pittypat And Tippytoe 1/1/2004
270. Dutch Lullaby 1/1/2004
271. Seein' Things 1/1/2004
272. Our Biggest Fish 1/1/2004
273. Soldier, Maiden, And Flower 1/1/2004
274. A Drinking Song 1/1/2004
275. A Valentine 1/1/2004
276. The Sugar-Plum Tree 1/1/2004
277. Norse Lullaby 1/1/2004
278. A Valentine To My Wife 4/9/2010
279. Apple-Pie And Cheese 1/1/2004
280. Japanese Lullaby 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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