Eugene Field

"The dull world clamors at my feet     And asks my hand and helping sweet;     And wonders when the time shall be     I'll leave off dreaming dr"

"Nay, why discuss this summer heat,     Of which vain people tell?     Oh, sinner, rather were it meet     To fix thy thoughts on hell!     Th"

"The day is done; and, lo! the shades     Melt 'neath Diana's mellow grace.     Hark, how those deep, designing maids     Feign terror in this s"

"As beats the sun from mountain crest,     With "pretty, pretty",     Cometh the partridge from her nest;     The flowers threw kisses sweet to"

"When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night,     To visit with my honest, genial friends, the Stoddards hight;     Their home in Fifte"

"When I remark her golden hair     Swoon on her glorious shoulders,     I marvel not that sight so rare     Doth ravish all beholders;     For"

"Fuscus, whoso to good inclines,     And is a faultless liver,     Nor Moorish spear nor bow need fear,     Nor poison-arrowed quiver.     Ay,"

"The sky is dark and the hills are white     As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,     And this is the song the storm-king sings,"

"Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West     The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the best;     Milt, being rich, was mu"

"If ever in the sylvan shade     A song immortal we have made,     Come now, O lute, I prithee come,     Inspire a song of Latium!     A Lesbi"

"Many a beauteous flower doth spring     From the tears that flood my eyes,     And the nightingale doth sing     In the burthen of my sighs."

"The Blue and the Gray collided one day     In the future great town of Missouri,     And if all that we hear is the truth, 'twould appear     T"

"When I was a boy at college,     Filling up with classic knowledge,     Frequently I wondered why     Old Professor Demas Bently     Used to"

"Up yonder in Buena Park     There is a famous spot,     In legend and in history     Yclept the Waller Lot.     There children play in daytim"

"Yonder stands the hillside chapel     Mid the evergreens and rocks,     All day long it hears the song     Of the shepherd to his flocks."

"Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81     A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York Sun.     His name wuz Cantell Whoppers, 'nd he"

"Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,     And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes it over;     Down in the pasture th"

"There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle     Of Boo in a southern sea;     They clambered and rollicked in heathenish style     In"

"I'm thinking of the wooing     That won my maiden heart     When he--he came pursuing     A love unused to art.     Into the drowsy river"

"The year has been a tedious one--     A weary round of toil and sorrow,     And, since it now at last is gone,     We say farewell and hail the"

"Come, dear old friend, and with us twain     To calm Digentian groves repair;     The turtle coos his sweet refrain     And posies are a-bloomi"

"O fountain of Bandusia,     Whence crystal waters flow,     With garlands gay and wine I'll pay     The sacrifice I owe;     A sportive kid wi"

"Prince, show me the quickest way and best     To gain the subject of my moan;     We've neither spinsters nor relics out West--     These do I"

"Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,     Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;     Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-hiding     Wh"

"I see you, Maister Bawsy-brown,     Through yonder lattice creepin';     You come for cream and to gar me dream,     But you dinna find me slee"

"See, what a wonderful garden is here,     Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear!     Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown -     Search y"

"As once I rambled in the woods     I chanced to spy amid the brake     A huntsman ride his way beside     A fair and passing tranquil lake;"

"Prate, ye who will, of so-called charms you find across the sea--     The land of stoves and sunshine is good enough for me!     I've done the g"

"Once on a time a friend of mine prevailed on me to go     To see the dazzling splendors of a sinful ballet show,     And after we had reveled in"

"I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice,     An' things 'at girls are skeered uv I think are awful nice!     I'm pretty b"

"I am not rich, and yet my wealth     Surpasseth human measure;     My store untold     Is not of gold     Nor any sordid treasure.     Let th"

"Play that you are mother dear,     And play that papa is your beau;     Play that we sit in the corner here,     Just as we used to, long ago."

"Grieve not, my Albius, if thoughts of Glycera may haunt you,     Nor chant your mournful elegies because she faithless proves;     If now a youn"

"Welcome, O truant stork!     And where have you been so long?     And do you bring that grace of spring     That filleth my heart with song?"

"Oh, come with me to the Happy Isles     In the golden haze off yonder,     Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles,     And the ocean"

"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name;     Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth, in Heaven the same;     Give us this day ou"

"To Scythian and Cantabrian plots,     Pay them no heed, O Quintius!     So long as we     From care are free,     Vexations cannot cinch us."

"Chloris, my friend, I pray you your misconduct to forswear;     The wife of poor old Ibycus should have more savoir faire.     A woman at your t"

"When our babe he goeth walking in his garden,     Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;     The posies they are good to him,     And bow"

"And thou, twin orbs of love and joy!     Unveil thy glories with the morn--     Dear eyes, another day is born--     Awake, O little sleeping b"

"(HORACE'S ODES, III, I)     I hate the common, vulgar herd!     Away they scamper when I "booh" 'em!     But pretty girls and nice young men"

"Fuscus, whoso to good inclines--     And is a faultless liver--     Nor moorish spear nor bow need fear,     Nor poison-arrowed quiver.     A"

"The western breeze is springing up, the ships are in the bay,     And spring has brought a happy change as winter melts away.     No more in sta"

"The hero of     Affairs of love     By far too numerous to be mentioned,     And scarred as I'm,     It seemeth time     That I were mustered"

"Lyce, the gods have heard my prayers, as gods will hear the dutiful,     And brought old age upon you, though you still affect the beautiful."

"What conversazzhyonies wuz I really did not know,     For that, you must remember, wuz a powerful spell ago;     The camp wuz new 'nd noisy, 'nd"

"Swing high and swing low     While the breezes they blow -     It's off for a sailor thy father would go;     And it's here in the harbor, in s"

"How cool and fair this cellar where     My throne a dusky cask is;     To do no thing but just to sing     And drown the time my task is."

"What perfumed, posie-dizened sirrah,     With smiles for diet,     Clasps you, O fair but faithless Pyrrha,     On the quiet?     For whom do"

"Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say--     Will soon be afloat on the main,     Will be steaming away     Through the mist and the spray"

"Up in the attic where I slept     When I was a boy, a little boy,     In through the lattice the moonlight crept,     Bringing a tide of dreams"

"The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way     Ez if it waited for a child to jine it in its play;     The wild-flowers uv th"

"(LYRIC INTERMEZZO)     There fell a star from realms above--     A glittering, glorious star to see!     Methought it was the star of love,     S"

"Dear wife, last midnight while I read     The tomes you so despise,     A specter rose beside the bed     And spoke in this true wise;     "Fr"

"I hear Thy voice, dear Lord;     I hear it by the stormy sea     When winter nights are black and wild,     And when, affright, I call to Thee;"

"Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken,     Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken;     Like as a lyttel deere you ben y-hiding     Wh"

"(ALASKAN BALLAD)     The Northland reared his hoary head     And spied the Southland leagues away--     "Fairest of all fair brides," he said,"

"Boy, I detest the Persian pomp;     I hate those linden-bark devices;     And as for roses, holy Moses!     They can't be got at living prices!"

"When, Lydia, you (once fond and true,     But now grown cold and supercilious)     Praise Telly's charms of neck and arms--     Well, by the do"

"Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray;     For though you pine your life away     With dull complaining breath,     Or speed with song and wine each day"