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Eugene Field
September 2, 1850 - November 4, 1895
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Chaucerian Paraphrase Of Horace | Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, | | 12 | 508 | | 2: | A Counterblast Against Garlic | May the man who has cruelly murdered his sire | | 24 | 534 | | 3: | A Democratic Hymn. | Republicans of differing views | | 24 | 535 | | 4: | A Dream Of Sunshine | I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways | | 80 | 561 | | 5: | A Drinking Song | Come, brothers, share the fellowship | | 36 | 554 | | 6: | A Fairy Lullaby | There are two stars in yonder steeps | | 24 | 485 | | 7: | A Fickle Woman. | Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night | | 6 | 528 | | 8: | A Heine Love Song | The image of the moon at night | | 8 | 537 | | 9: | A Lullaby | The stars are twinkling in the skies, | | 30 | 467 | | 10: | A Paraphrase | Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; | | 6 | 568 | | 11: | A Paraphrase III | How happens it, my cruel miss, | | 12 | 467 | | 12: | A Paraphrase Of Heine | There fell a star from realms above | | 16 | 484 | | 13: | A Paraphrase, By Chaucer | Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, | | 12 | 529 | | 14: | A Paraphrase, By Dr. I.W. | Why, Mistress Chloe, do you bother | | 12 | 490 | | 15: | A Paraphrase, Circa 1715 | Since Chloe is so monstrous fair, | | 12 | 514 | | 16: | A Piteous Plaint | I cannot eat my porridge, | | 48 | 540 | | 17: | A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot | Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye | | 170 | 492 | | 18: | A Rhine-Land Drinking Song | If our own life is the life of a flower | | 24 | 430 | | 19: | A Roman Winter-Piece I | See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow, | | 24 | 478 | | 20: | A Roman Winter-Piece II | Now stands Soracte white with snow, now bend the laboring trees, | | 12 | 560 | | 21: | A Spring Poem From Bion | One asketh: "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: | | 32 | 574 | | 22: | A Tardy Apology - I | Mćcenas, you will be my death,--though friendly you profess yourself, | | 12 | 547 | | 23: | A Tardy Apology - II | You ask me, friend, Why I don't send | | 30 | 499 | | 24: | A Valentine | Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell | | 24 | 512 | | 25: | A Valentine | Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite | | 32 | 529 | | 26: | Abu Midjan | When Father Time swings round his scythe, | | 20 | 424 | | 27: | After Reading Trollope's History Of Florence | My books are on their shelves again | | 78 | 442 | | 28: | Ailsie, My Bairn | Lie in my arms, Ailsie, my bairn, | | 32 | 469 | | 29: | Alaskan Balladry, No. 1. | The Northland reared his hoary head | | 41 | 447 | | 30: | Alaskan Balladry. | Krinken was a little child | | 49 | 388 | | 31: | An Appeal To Lyce | Lyce, the gods have heard my prayers, as gods will hear the dutiful, | | 16 | 497 | | 32: | An Autumn Treasure-Trove. | Tis the time of the year's sundown, and flame | | 24 | 458 | | 33: | An Eclogue From Virgil. | Tityrus, all in the shade of the wide-spreading beech tree reclining, | | 72 | 425 | | 34: | An Excuse For Lalage | To bear the yoke not yet your love's submissive neck is bent, | | 12 | 472 | | 35: | An Invitation To Mćcenas | Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask | | 40 | 513 | | 36: | An Invitation To Sleep | Little eyelids, cease your winking; | | 16 | 509 | | 37: | An Ode To Fortune | O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I call, | | 28 | 435 | | 38: | Apple-Pie And Cheese | Full many a sinful notion | | 84 | 515 | | 39: | Armenian Folk-Song--The Partridge. | As beats the sun from mountain crest, | | 48 | 456 | | 40: | Armenian Folk-Song--The Stork. | Welcome, O truant stork! | | 28 | 476 | | 41: | At Play | Play that you are mother dear, | | 30 | 483 | | 42: | At The Ball Game | What gods or heroes, whose brave deeds none can dispute, | | 32 | 426 | | 43: | At The Door | I thought myself indeed secure, | 1886 | 20 | 498 | | 44: | Ballad Of The Jelly-Cake | A little boy whose name was Tim | | 50 | 440 | | 45: | Ballad Of Women I Love | Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate | | 24 | 494 | | 46: | Beard And Baby | I say, as one who never feared | | 28 | 479 | | 47: | Ben Apfelgarten | There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, | | 47 | 498 | | 48: | Béranger's "Broken Fiddle" | There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend, | | 52 | 517 | | 49: | Béranger's "Ma Vocation" | Misery is my lot, Poverty and pain; | | 40 | 466 | | 50: | Béranger's "My Last Song Perhaps" | When, to despoil my native France, | | 40 | 598 | | 51: | Béranger's "To My Old Coat." | Still serve me in my age, I pray, | | 40 | 504 | | 52: | Bethlehem-Town | As I was going to Bethlehem-town, | | 37 | 575 | | 53: | Booh! | On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap, | | 18 | 518 | | 54: | By My Sweetheart | Sweetheart, be my sweetheart | | 24 | 476 | | 55: | Carol Of The Christmas Morn | Carol of the Christmas morn | | 6 | 565 | | 56: | Casey's Table D'Hôte | Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue, | | 80 | 468 | | 57: | Child And Mother | O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, | | 24 | 501 | | 58: | Chloris Properly Rebuked | Chloris, my friend, I pray you your misconduct to forswear; | | 12 | 471 | | 59: | Christmas Eve | Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, | | 20 | 540 | | 60: | Christmas Hymn | Sing, Christmas bells! Say to the earth this is the morn | | 40 | 587 | | 61: | Christmas Hymn | Sing, Christmas bells! | | 40 | 522 | | 62: | Christmas Morning | The angel host that sped last night, | 1890 | 32 | 541 | | 63: | Christmas Treasures | I count my treasures o'er with care. | 1879 | 40 | 524 | | 64: | Chrystmasse Of Olde | God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, | | 24 | 540 | | 65: | Chrystmasse Of Olde | God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, | | 24 | 429 | | 66: | Clare Market | In the market of Clare, so cheery the glare | | 40 | 501 | | 67: | Consistency | Should painter attach to a fair human head | | 24 | 481 | | 68: | Contentment | Happy the man that, when his day is done, | | 16 | 459 | | 69: | Contentment | Once on a time an old red hen | | 40 | 485 | | 70: | Coquetry | Tiddle-de-dumpty, tiddle-de-dee | | 22 | 482 | | 71: | Cornish Lullaby | Out on the mountain over the town, | | 27 | 489 | | 72: | De Amicitiis | Though care and strife | | 78 | 482 | | 73: | Dead Roses. | He placed a rose in my nut-brown hair | | 16 | 518 | | 74: | Dedication To Christmas Tales and Christmas Verse | Why do the bells of Christmas ring? | | 12 | 487 | | 75: | Der Mann Im Keller | How cool and fair this cellar where | | 30 | 511 | | 76: | Dibdin's Ghost. | Dear wife, last midnight while I read | | 64 | 473 | | 77: | Dr. Sam | Down in the old French quarter, | | 57 | 507 | | 78: | Dutch Lullaby | Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night | | 48 | 499 | | 79: | Ed | Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, | | 18 | 461 | | 80: | Egyptian Folk-Song. | Grim is the face that looks into the night | | 41 | 495 | | 81: | Envoy | Prince, show me the quickest way and best | | 4 | 508 | | 82: | Envoy | So, come! though favors I bestow | | 4 | 481 | | 83: | Epilogue | The day is done; and, lo! the shades | | 36 | 440 | | 84: | Ezra J. M'Manus To A Soubrette. | Tis years, soubrette, since last we met, | | 48 | 532 | | 85: | Fame Vs. Riches | The Greeks had genius,--'t was a gift | | 12 | 438 | | 86: | Fiddle-Dee-Dee | There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, | | 31 | 541 | | 87: | Fisherman Jim's Kids | Fisherman Jim lived on the hill | | 49 | 502 | | 88: | Francois Villon. | If I were Francois Villon and Francois Villon I, | | 24 | 530 | | 89: | Garden And Cradle | When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, | | 16 | 503 | | 90: | Good-By--God Bless You! | I like the Anglo-Saxon speech | | 48 | 411 | | 91: | Good-Children Street | There's a dear little home in Good-Children street | | 42 | 533 | | 92: | Googly-Goo | Of mornings, bright and early, | | 48 | 485 | | 93: | Guess | There is a certain Yankee phrase | | 32 | 448 | | 94: | Heine's "Widow Or Daughter?" | Shall I woo the one or other? | | 12 | 470 | | 95: | Hi-Spy | Strange that the city thoroughfare, | | 16 | 492 | | 96: | Horace And Lydia Reconciled | When you were mine in auld lang syne, | | 36 | 511 | | 97: | Horace I, 22. | Fuscus, whoso to good inclines | | 24 | 454 | | 98: | Horace I, 31. | As forth he pours the new made wine, | | 16 | 504 | | 99: | Horace I, 4. | Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea; | | 20 | 444 | | 100: | Horace II, 13. | O fountain of Blandusia, | | 24 | 484 | | 101: | Horace II, 3. | Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; | | 25 | 447 | | 102: | Horace III. 13 | O fountain of Bandusia, | | 24 | 469 | | 103: | Horace IV, II. | Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine | | 36 | 450 | | 104: | Horace To His Lute. | If ever in the sylvan shade | | 16 | 434 | | 105: | Horace To Maecenas. | How breaks my heart to hear you say | | 40 | 427 | | 106: | Horace To Melpomene | Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared, | | 16 | 476 | | 107: | Horace To Phyllis | Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine | | 36 | 414 | | 108: | Horace To Pyrrha | What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, | | 16 | 462 | | 109: | Horace's "Sailor And Shade." | You, who have compassed land and sea | | 36 | 428 | | 110: | Horatian Lyrics. Odes I, 11. | What end the gods may have ordained for me, | | 12 | 456 | | 111: | Horatian Lyrics. Odes I, 23. | Why do you shun me, Chloe, like the fawn, | | 12 | 425 | | 112: | How Salty Win Out | I used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck | | 36 | 487 | | 113: | Hugo's "Flower To Butterfly" | Sweet, bide with me and let my love | | 24 | 482 | | 114: | Hugo's "Pool In The Forest" | How calm, how beauteous and how cool | | 20 | 423 | | 115: | Hymn | O heart of mine! lift up thine eyes | | 16 | 515 | | 116: | In Flanders | Through sleet and fogs to the saline bogs | | 48 | 443 | | 117: | In New Orleans | Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befell | | 42 | 439 | | 118: | In New Orleans | Twas in the Crescent city not long ago befell | | 42 | 400 | | 119: | In Praise Of Contentment | I hate the common, vulgar herd! | | 40 | 458 | | 120: | In The Firelight | The fire upon the hearth is low, | 1885 | 24 | 490 | | 121: | In The Springtime I | T is spring! The boats bound to the sea; | | 20 | 473 | | 122: | In The Springtime II | The western breeze is springing up, the ships are in the bay, | | 20 | 522 | | 123: | Inscription For My Little Son's Silver Plate | When thou dost eat from off this plate, | | 11 | 490 | | 124: | It Is The Printer's Fault. | In Mrs. Potter's latest play | | 4 | 497 | | 125: | Japanese Lullaby | Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings, | | 20 | 466 | | 126: | Jennie | Some men affect a liking | | 24 | 437 | | 127: | Jessie | When I remark her golden hair | | 32 | 469 | | 128: | Jest 'Fore Christmas | Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, | | 40 | 549 | | 129: | John Smith. | To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be | | 96 | 467 | | 130: | Kissing Time | T is when the lark goes soaring | | 32 | 478 | | 131: | Krinken | Krinken was a little child, | | 56 | 539 | | 132: | Lady Button-Eyes | When the busy day is done, | | 51 | 518 | | 133: | Let Us Have Peace | In maudlin spite let Thracians fight | | 20 | 470 | | 134: | Little All-Aloney | Little All-Aloney's feet | | 40 | 393 | | 135: | Little Boy Blue | The little toy dog is covered with dust, | | 24 | 518 | | 136: | Little Croodlin Doo | Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin doo? | | 15 | 460 | | 137: | Little Mack | This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh, | | 54 | 457 | | 138: | Little Miss Brag | Little Miss Brag has much to say | | 40 | 428 | | 139: | Little-Oh Dear | See, what a wonderful garden is here, | | 24 | 407 | | 140: | Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby | Last night, whiles that the curfew bell ben ringing, | | 24 | 465 | | 141: | Long Ago | I once knew all the birds that came | | 32 | 463 | | 142: | Long Meter. | All human joys are swift of wing | | 16 | 437 | | 143: | Love Song--Heine | Many a beauteous flower doth spring | | 8 | 443 | | 144: | Lullaby; By The Sea | Fair is the castle up on the hill | | 30 | 554 | | 145: | Lydia Dick. | When I was a boy at college, | | 60 | 429 | | 146: | Lyman, Frederick, And Jim | Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, | | 48 | 452 | | 147: | Madge: Ye Hoyden | At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, | | 112 | 525 | | 148: | Marthy's Younkit | The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way | | 70 | 434 | | 149: | Marthy's Younkit. | The mountain brook sung lonesomelike | | 140 | 448 | | 150: | Mary Smith | Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, | | 64 | 534 | | 151: | Mediaeval Eventide Song | Come hither, lyttel childe, and lie upon my breast to-night, | | 20 | 428 | | 152: | Morning Song | The eastern sky is streaked with red, | | 19 | 468 | | 153: | Mortality. | O Nicias, not for us alone | | 6 | 543 | | 154: | Mother And Child | One night a tiny dewdrop fell | | 12 | 526 | | 155: | Mother And Sphinx | Grim is the face that looks into the night | | 40 | 466 | | 156: | Mr. Dana, Of The New York Sun | Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 | | 92 | 403 | | 157: | My Playmates | The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool | | 30 | 489 | | 158: | Mysterious Doings | As once I rambled in the woods | | 24 | 467 | | 159: | New-Year's Eve | Good old days--dear old days | | 34 | 385 | | 160: | Norse Lullaby | The sky is dark and the hills are white | | 21 | 438 | | 161: | Old Dutch Love Song. | I am not rich, and yet my wealth | | 20 | 426 | | 162: | Old English Lullaby | Hush, bonnie, dinna greit; | | 28 | 525 | | 163: | Old Spanish Song | I'm thinking of the wooing | | 36 | 435 | | 164: | Orkney Lullaby | A moonbeam floateth from the skies, | | 27 | 454 | | 165: | Our Biggest Fish | When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, | | 36 | 442 | | 166: | Our Lady Of The Mine | The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, | | 70 | 448 | | 167: | Our Two Opinions | Us two wuz boys when we fell out, | | 40 | 465 | | 168: | Over The Hills And Far Away | Over the hills and far away, | | 27 | 427 | | 169: | Pan Liveth | They told me once that Pan was dead, | | 48 | 446 | | 170: | Picnic-Time | It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy | | 24 | 441 | | 171: | Plaint Of The Missouri 'Coon In The Berlin Zoological Gardens. | Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know, | | 48 | 442 | | 172: | Poking Fun At Xanthias | Of your love for your handmaid you need feel no shame. | | 32 | 483 | | 173: | Prof. Vere De Blaw | Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote | | 110 | 419 | | 174: | Quitting Again | The hero of Affairs of love | | 18 | 457 | | 175: | Sailor And Shade | You, who have compassed land and sea, | | 36 | 462 | | 176: | Seein' Things | I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, | | 30 | 423 | | 177: | Shuffle-Shoon And Amber-Locks | Shuffle-shoon and Amber-Locks | | 32 | 460 | | 178: | Sicilian Lullaby | Hush, little one, and fold your hands; | | 18 | 469 | | 179: | Sister's Cake | I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, | | 54 | 452 | | 180: | So, So, Rock-A-By So! | So, so, rock-a-by so! | | 27 | 399 | | 181: | Soldier, Maiden, And Flower | Sweetheart, take this," a soldier said, | 1887 | 32 | 453 | | 182: | Some Time | Last night, my darling, as you slept, | | 24 | 458 | | 183: | Star Of The East | Star of the East, that long ago | | 18 | 524 | | 184: | Star Of The East | Star of the East, that long ago | | 18 | 412 | | 185: | Stoves And Sunshine | Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea | | 42 | 424 | | 186: | Summer Heat. | Nay, why discuss this summer heat, | | 20 | 446 | | 187: | Suppose | Suppose, my dear, that you were I | | 18 | 468 | | 188: | Sweet Little Fairy, | Sweet little fairy, Tender and airy, | | 6 | 501 | | 189: | Swing High And Swing Low | Swing high and swing low | | 22 | 389 | | 190: | The "Ars Poetica" Of Horace | I love the lyric muse! | | 36 | 434 | | 191: | The "Happy Isles" Of Horace | Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles | | 28 | 442 | | 192: | The Ballad Of The Taylor Pup | Now lithe and listen, gentles all, | | 196 | 458 | | 193: | The Bench-Legged Fyce | Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce | | 48 | 443 | | 194: | The Bibliomaniac's Bride | The women-folk are like to books, | | 44 | 410 | | 195: | The Bibliomaniac's Bride. | The women folk are like to books | | 44 | 394 | | 196: | The Bibliomaniac's Prayer | Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way | | 24 | 478 | | 197: | The Blue And The Gray. | The Blue and the Gray collided one day | | 36 | 466 | | 198: | The Bottle And The Bird. | Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go | | 48 | 436 | | 199: | The Bottle Tree | A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land | | 24 | 450 | | 200: | The Bow-Leg Boy | Who should come up the road one day | | 42 | 424 | | 201: | The Broken Ring | To the willows of the brookside | | 28 | 390 | | 202: | The Brook | I looked in the brook and saw a face | | 22 | 447 | | 203: | The Convalescent Gripster | The gods let slip that fiendish grip | | 50 | 461 | | 204: | The Conversazzhyony | What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know, | | 120 | 408 | | 205: | The Cricket's Song | When all around from out the ground | | 32 | 450 | | 206: | The Cunnin' Little Thing | When baby wakes of mornings, | | 27 | 466 | | 207: | The Dead Babe | Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, | | 30 | 424 | | 208: | The Death Of Robin Hood | Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, | | 42 | 457 | | 209: | The Delectable Ballad Of The Waller Lot | Up yonder in Buena Park | | 144 | 466 | | 210: | The Dinkey Bird | In an ocean, 'way out yonder | | 48 | 441 | | 211: | The Discreet Collector | Down south there is a curio-shop | | 40 | 406 | | 212: | The Divine Lullaby | I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; | | 24 | 495 | | 213: | The Doll's Wooing | The little French doll was a dear little doll | | 36 | 434 | | 214: | The Dream-Ship | When the world is fast asleep, | | 44 | 486 | | 215: | The Dreams | Two dreams came down to earth one night | | 56 | 443 | | 216: | The Drum | I'm a beautiful red, red drum, | | 48 | 515 | | 217: | The Duel | The gingham dog and the calico cat | | 36 | 477 | | 218: | The Dying Year. | The year has been a tedious one | | 12 | 389 | | 219: | The Fate Of The Flimflam | A flimflam flopped from a fillamaloo, | | 16 | 691 | | 220: | The Fisherman's Feast. | Of all the gracious gifts of Spring, | | 48 | 486 | | 221: | The Fly-Away Horse | Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse | | 56 | 465 | | 222: | The Great Journalist In Spain | Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say | | 35 | 415 | | 223: | The Happy Household | It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, | | 36 | 480 | | 224: | The Happy Isles | Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles | | 28 | 423 | | 225: | The Happy Isles" Of Horace. | Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles | | 28 | 412 | | 226: | The Humming Top | The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song | | 30 | 417 | | 227: | The Jaffa And Jerusalem Railway | A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; | | 18 | 441 | | 228: | The Limitations Of Youth | I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss | | 32 | 452 | | 229: | The Little Peach | A little peach in the orchard grew, | 1880 | 24 | 461 | | 230: | The Lonesome Little Shoe | The clock was in ill humor; so was the vase. It was all on account of the little shoe that had been placed on the mantel-piece that day, | | 314 | 434 | | 231: | The Lyric Muse | I love the lyric muse! | | 36 | 468 | | 232: | The Lyttel Boy | Sometime there ben a lyttel boy | | 32 | 479 | | 233: | The Man Who Worked With Dana On The "Sun". | Thar showed up out 'n Denver in the spring of '81 | | 92 | 405 | | 234: | The Monstrous Pleasant Ballad Of The Taylor Pup. | Now lithe and listen, gentles all, | | 198 | 461 | | 235: | The Night Wind | Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? | | 45 | 465 | | 236: | The Old Homestead | Jest as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd | | 24 | 563 | | 237: | The Perpetual Wooing. | The dull world clamors at my feet | | 49 | 386 | | 238: | The Peter-Bird | Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, | | 148 | 417 | | 239: | The Poet's Metamorphosis | Mćcenas, I propose to fly | | 24 | 443 | | 240: | The Preference Declared | Boy, I detest the Persian pomp; | | 8 | 475 | | 241: | The Reconciliation I | When you were mine, in auld lang syne, | | 30 | 376 | | 242: | The Reconciliation II | While favored by thy smiles no other youth in amorous teasing | | 30 | 378 | | 243: | The Ride To Bumpville | Play that my knee was a calico mare | | 40 | 559 | | 244: | The Roasting Of Lydia | No more your needed rest at night | | 24 | 428 | | 245: | The Rock-A-By Lady | The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street | | 24 | 444 | | 246: | The Shut-Eye Train | Come, my little one, with me! | | 50 | 478 | | 247: | The Singing In God's Acre | Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, | | 30 | 466 | | 248: | The Sleeping Child | My baby slept--how calm his rest, | | 20 | 461 | | 249: | The Song Of Luddy-Dud | A sunbeam comes a-creeping | | 30 | 446 | | 250: | The Stoddards | When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, | | 66 | 356 | | 251: | The Stork | Last night the Stork came stalking, | | 32 | 438 | | 252: | The Straw Parlor | Way up at the top of a big stack of straw | | 56 | 432 | | 253: | The Three Kings Of Cologne | From out Cologne there came three kings | | 36 | 465 | | 254: | The Three Tailors | I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time, | | 42 | 392 | | 255: | The Tin Bank. | Speaking of banks, I'm bound to say | | 72 | 421 | | 256: | The Truth About Horace | It is very aggravating To hear the solemn prating | | 32 | 455 | | 257: | The Twenty-Third Psalm | My Shepherd is the Lord my God, | | 20 | 443 | | 258: | The Two Coffins | In yonder old cathedral | | 20 | 482 | | 259: | The Two Little Skeezucks | There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle | | 72 | 434 | | 260: | The Vision Of The Holy Grail. | Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth, | | 90 | 415 | | 261: | The Wanderer | Upon a mountain height, far from the sea, | 1883 | 20 | 494 | | 262: | The Wind | Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing | | 34 | 420 | | 263: | The Wooing Of The Southland | The Northland reared his hoary head | | 40 | 413 | | 264: | Thirty-Nine | O hapless day! O wretched day! | 1889 | 56 | 413 | | 265: | To A Bully | You, blatant coward that you are, | | 15 | 443 | | 266: | To A Jar Of Wine | O gracious jar,--my friend, my twin, | | 34 | 382 | | 267: | To A Sleeping Baby's Eyes | And thou, twin orbs of love and joy! | | 14 | 440 | | 268: | To A Soubrette | Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; | | 48 | 436 | | 269: | To A Usurper | Aha! a traitor in the camp, | 1885 | 32 | 441 | | 270: | To Albius Tibullus I | Not to lament that rival flame | | 20 | 415 | | 271: | To Albius Tibullus II | Grieve not, my Albius, if thoughts of Glycera may haunt you, | | 16 | 436 | | 272: | To Aristius Fuscus | Fuscus, whoso to good inclines, | | 24 | 467 | | 273: | To Barine | If for your oath broken, or word lightly spoken, | | 24 | 392 | | 274: | To Chloe I | Why do you shun me, Chloe, like the fawn, | | 12 | 443 | | 275: | To Chloe II | Chloe, you shun me like a hind | | 12 | 448 | | 276: | To Cinna | Cinna, the great Venusian told | | 32 | 429 | | 277: | To De Witt Miller. | Dear Miller: You and I despise | | 32 | 432 | | 278: | To Diana | O virgin, tri-formed goddess fair, | | 10 | 450 | | 279: | To Emma Abbott | There--let thy hands be folded | | 26 | 367 | | 280: | To Glycera | The cruel mother of the Loves, | | 16 | 420 | | 281: | To His Book | You vain, self-conscious little book, | | 30 | 395 | | 282: | To His Lute | If ever in the sylvan shade | | 16 | 461 | | 283: | To John J. Knickerbocker, Jr. | Whereas, good friend, it doth appear | | 32 | 422 | | 284: | To Leuconöe I | What end the gods may have ordained for me, | | 12 | 382 | | 285: | To Leuconöe II | Seek not, Leuconöe, to know how long you're going to live yet, | | 8 | 449 | | 286: | To Ligurinus I | Though mighty in Love's favor still, | | 16 | 425 | | 287: | To Ligurinus II | O Cruel fair, Whose flowing hair | | 16 | 417 | | 288: | To Lydia | Tell me, Lydia, tell me why, | | 16 | 405 | | 289: | To Lydia I | When, Lydia, you (once fond and true, | | 20 | 395 | | 290: | To Lydia II | When praising Telephus you sing | | 20 | 398 | | 291: | To M.L. Gray. | Come, dear old friend, and with us twain | | 36 | 442 | | 292: | To Mary Field French | A dying mother gave to you | | 16 | 504 | | 293: | To Melpomene | Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared: | | 12 | 444 | | 294: | To Mistress Pyrrha I | What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah, | | 16 | 407 | | 295: | To Mistress Pyrrha II | What dainty boy with sweet perfumes bedewed | | 12 | 396 | | 296: | To Mother Venus | O mother Venus, quit, I pray, | | 36 | 420 | | 297: | To Mćcenas | Mćcenas, thou of royalty's descent, | | 42 | 414 | | 298: | To Mćcenas | Than you, O valued friend of mine, | | 12 | 401 | | 299: | To Neobule | A sorry life, forsooth, these wretched girls are undergoing, | | 15 | 512 | | 300: | To Phyllis I | Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine | | 36 | 456 | | 301: | To Phyllis II | Sweet Phyllis, I have here a jar of old and precious wine, | | 24 | 432 | | 302: | To Pompeius Varus | Pompey, what fortune gives you back | | 27 | 421 | | 303: | To Postumus | O Postumus, my Postumus, the years are gliding past, | | 28 | 384 | | 304: | To Quintius Hirpinus | To Scythian and Cantabrian plots, | | 30 | 388 | | 305: | To Quintus Dellius | Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; | | 25 | 457 | | 306: | To Robin Goodfellow | I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown, | | 32 | 441 | | 307: | To The Fountain Of Bandusia | O fountain of Bandusia! | | 24 | 414 | | 308: | To The Fountain Of Bandusia | O fountain of Bandusia! more glittering than glass, | | 16 | 457 | | 309: | To The Ship Of State | O ship of state Shall new winds bear you back upon the sea? | | 24 | 412 | | 310: | To Venus | Venus, dear Cnidian-Paphian queen! | | 8 | 462 | | 311: | Twin Idols | There are two phrases, you must know, | | 40 | 466 | | 312: | Two Idylls From Bion The Smyrnean | Once a fowler, young and artless, | | 58 | 466 | | 313: | Uhland's "Chapel" | Yonder stands the hillside chapel | | 12 | 492 | | 314: | Uhland's "Three Cavaliers" | There were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine, | | 20 | 468 | | 315: | Uhland's White Stag. | Into the woods three huntsmen came, | | 18 | 441 | | 316: | Valentines - I. To Mistress Barbara | There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true, | | 20 | 459 | | 317: | Valentines - II. To A Baby Boy | Who I am I shall not say, | | 18 | 506 | | 318: | When I Was A Boy | Up in the attic where I slept | | 27 | 447 | | 319: | When The Poet Came. | The ferny places gleam at morn, | | 24 | 421 | | 320: | Wine, Women, And Song | Ovarus mine, Plant thou the vine | | 36 | 477 | | 321: | Winfreda | When to the dreary greenwood gloam | | 48 | 446 | | 322: | With Brutus In St. Jo | Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West | | 80 | 452 | | 323: | With Two Spoons For Two Spoons | How trifling shall these gifts appear | | 20 | 441 | | 324: | Yvytot | Where wail the waters in their flaw | | 120 | 447 |
About:
Eugene Field, Sr. (September 2, 1850 – November 4, 1895) was an American writer, best known for his children's poetry and humorous essays.
Biography
Field was born in St. Louis, Missouri where today his boyhood home is open to the public as The Eugene Field House and St. Louis Toy Museum. After the death of his mother in 1856, he was raised by a cousin, Mary Field French, in Amherst, Massachusetts.
Field's father, attorney Roswell Martin Field, was famous for his representation of Dred Scott, the slave who sued for his freedom. Field filed the complaint in the Dred Scott v. Sandford case (sometimes referred to as "the lawsuit that started the Civil War") on behalf of Scott in the federal court in St. Louis, Missouri, from whence it progressed to the U.S. Supreme Court.
Field attended Williams College in Williamstown, Massachusetts. His father died when Eugene turned 19, and he subsequently dropped out of Williams after eight months. He then went to Knox College in Galesburg, Illinois, but dropped out after a year, followed by the University of Missouri in Columbia, Missouri, where his brother Roswell was also attending. He tried acting, studied law with little success, and also wrote for the student newspaper. He then set off for a trip through Europe but returned to the United States six months later, penniless. Field then set to work as a journalist for the St. Joseph Gazette in Saint Joseph, Missouri, in 1875. That same year he married Julia Comstock, with whom he had eight children. For the rest of his life he arranged for all the money he earned to be sent to his wife, saying that he had no head for money himself.
Field soon rose to become city editor of the Gazette.
He became known for his light, humorous articles written in a gossipy style, some of which were reprinted by other newspapers around the country. It was during this time that he wrote the famous poem Lovers Lane about a street in St. Joseph, Missouri.
From 1876 through 1880 Field lived in St. Louis, first as an editorial writer for the Morning Journal and subsequently for the Times-Journal. After a brief stint as managing editor of the Kansas City Times, he worked for two years as editor of the Denver Tribune.
In 1883 Field moved to Chicago where he wrote a humorous newspaper column called Sharps and Flats for the Chicago Daily News. His home in Chicago was near the intersection of N. Clarendon and W. Hutchinson in the neighborhood now known as Buena Park.
He first started publishing poetry in 1879, when his poem "Christmas Treasures" appeared in A Little Book of Western Verse. Over a dozen volumes of poetry followed and he became well known for his light-hearted poems for children, perhaps the most famous of which is "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod." Field also published a number of short stories, including "The Holy Cross" and "Daniel and the Devil."
Field died in Chicago of a heart attack at the age of 45. He is buried at the Church of the Holy Comforter in Kenilworth, Illinois. His 1901 biography by S. Thompson states that he was originally buried in Graceland Cemetery in Chicago, but his son-in-law, Senior Warden of the Church of the Holy Comforter, had him reinterred on March 7, 1926.
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Several of his poems were set to music with commercial success. Many of his works were accompanied by paintings from Maxfield Parrish. His former home in St. Louis is now a museum. A memorial to him, a statue of the "Dream Lady" from his poem "Rock-a-by-Lady", was erected in 1922 at the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago. There is also a park and fieldhouse named in his honor in Chicago's Albany Park neighborhood. A statue of Wynken, Blynken and Nod adorns Washington Park, near Field's Denver home. In nearby Oak Park, Illinois, another park is named in his honor.
Field has his own star on the St. Louis Walk of Fame.[11] Numerous elementary schools throughout the Midwest are named for him, e.g. Eugene Field Elementary School in Wheeling, Illinois,(Rock Island, Illinois) Park Ridge, Illinois, St. Joseph, Missouri, Hannibal, Missouri, Columbia, Missouri, Mexico, Missouri, Neosho, Missouri, Poplar Bluff, Missouri, Webb City, Missouri, Manhattan, Kansas, Ottawa, Kansas, Sioux Falls, South Dakota and Beaumont, Texas. There is also a Eugene Field Elementary School in Albuquerque, New Mexico, Silverton, Oregon, Littleton, Colorado, Tulsa, Oklahoma, Chicago, Illinois, Altus, Oklahoma, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Hugo, Oklahoma and San Diego, California. One of the branches of the Denver Public Library is named after Field. A dormitory in the Orchard Hill residential area at the University of Massachusetts Amherst also bears Field's name.
Reviewing an actor named Creston Clarke in the title role of King Lear, Field commented that, "Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace."
There is also an apartment building in Denver, Colorado's Poet's Row named after him.
Source:- Wikipedia.
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