Eugene Field

"My Shepherd is the Lord my God,--     There is no want I know;     His flock He leads in verdant meads,     Where tranquil waters flow.     H"

"A bottle tree bloometh in Winkyway land -     Heigh-ho for a bottle, I say!     A snug little berth in that ship I demand     That rocketh the"

"One asketh:     "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true:     What's the season pleaseth you?     Is it summer suits you best,     When from harvest toi"

"Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth,     To fill our hearts with heedless mirth     This holy Christmasse time;     But give us of thy h"

"The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song     To my dear little boy at play -     Merrily singeth all day long,     As it spinneth and spinneth aw"

"Fair is the castle up on the hill--     Hushaby, sweet my own!     The night is fair, and the waves are still,     And the wind is singing to y"

"All human joys are swift of wing     For heaven doth so allot it     That when you get an easy thing     You find you haven't got it.     Man"

"Pompey, what fortune gives you back     To the friends and the gods who love you?     Once more you stand in your native land,     With your na"

"HORACE     While favored by thy smiles no other youth in amorous teasing     Around thy snowy neck his folding arms was wont to fling;     As"

"What gods or heroes, whose brave deeds none can dispute,     Will you record, O Clio, on the harp and flute?     What lofty names shall sportive"

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

"Ho, pretty bee, did you see my croodlin doo?     Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin' on the lea?     Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie back to me--"

"Carol of the Christmas morn--     Carol of the Christ-child born--     Carol to the list'ning sky     Till it echoes back again     "Glory be"

"O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand,     And go where I ask you to wander,     I will lead you away to a beautiful land,--     The Dr"

"A flimflam flopped from a fillamaloo,     Where the pollywog pinkled so pale,     And the pipkin piped a petulant "pooh"     To the garrulous g"

"It is very aggravating     To hear the solemn prating     Of the fossils who are stating     That old Horace was a prude;     When we know tha"

"Speaking of banks, I'm bound to say     That a bank of tin is far the best,     And I know of one that has stood for years     In a pleasant ho"

"I'm weary of this weather and I hanker for the ways     Which people read of in the psalms and preachers paraphrase--     The grassy fields, the"

"It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks,     That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes;     Then it's sleep n"

"Now lithe and listen, gentles all,     Now lithe ye all and hark     Unto a ballad I shall sing     About Buena Park.          Of all the won"

"O Postumus, my Postumus, the years are gliding past,     And piety will never check the wrinkles coming fast,     The ravages of time old age's"

"Who I am I shall not say,     But I send you this bouquet     With this query, baby mine:     "Will you be my valentine?"     See these roses"

"A moonbeam floateth from the skies,     Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie!     I would spin a web before your eyes,--     A beautiful web of silve"

"My baby slept--how calm his rest,     As o'er his handsome face a smile     Like that of angel flitted, while     He lay so still upon my breas"

"As forth he pours the new made wine,     What blessing asks the lyric poet--     What boon implores in this fair shrine     Of one full likely"

"'Tis spring! the boats bound to the sea;     The breezes, loitering kindly over     The fields, again bring herds and men     The grateful chee"

"Shall I woo the one or other?     Both attract me--more's the pity!     Pretty is the widowed mother,     And the daughter, too, is pretty."

"When the world is fast asleep,     Along the midnight skies--     As though it were a wandering cloud--     The ghostly dream-ship flies."

"How calm, how beauteous and how cool--     How like a sister to the skies,     Appears the broad, transparent pool     That in this quiet fores"

"I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss     Way out into the big an' boundless west;     I'd kill the bears an' catamounts an' wolves I co"

"(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG)     Grim is the face that looks into the night     Over the stretch of sands;     A sullen rock in a sea of white--     A gh"

"Grim is the face that looks into the night     Over the stretch of sands;     A sullen rock in the sea of white--     A ghostly shadow in ghost"

"I shall tell you in rhyme how, once on a time,     Three tailors tramped up to the inn Ingleheim,     On the Rhine, lovely Rhine;     They were"

"Oh, them days on Red Hoss Mountain, when the skies wuz fair 'nd blue,     When the money flowed like likker, 'nd the    folks wuz brave 'nd true!"

"Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared:     Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing;     And thou, corrosive blasts of time, by a"

"Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies,     Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies.     Their radiant wings are fol"

"Sailor.     You, who have compassed land and sea     Now all unburied lie;     All vain your store of human lore,     For you were doomed to"

"There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true,     On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo,     And quoth to your mother: "Good-morrow, my d"

"TO MISS GRACE KING     Down in the old French quarter,     Just out of Rampart street,     I wend my way     At close of day     Unto the quai"

"Into the woods three huntsmen came,     Seeking the white stag for their game.     They laid them under a green fir-tree     And slept, and dr"

"See, Thaliarch mine, how, white with snow,     Soracte mocks the sullen sky;     How, groaning loud, the woods are bowed,     And chained with"

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

"Of your love for your handmaid you need feel no shame.     Don't apologize, Xanthias, pray;     Remember, Achilles the proud felt a flame     F"

"Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask     Of wine solicits your attention;     And roses fair, to deck your hair,     And things too numerous to me"

"O mother Venus, quit, I pray,     Your violent assailing!     The arts, forsooth, that fired my youth     At last are unavailing;     My blood"

"Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell     I love her well.     Yes, though she tramples on my heart     And rends that bleeding thing apart;     A"

"How breaks my heart to hear you say     You feel the shadows fall about you!     The gods forefend     That fate, O friend!     I would not, I"

"Tiddle-de-dumpty, tiddle-de-dee--     The spider courted the frisky flea;     Tiddle-de-dumpty, tiddle-de-doo--     The flea ran off with the b"

"Strange that the city thoroughfare,     Noisy and bustling all the day,     Should with the night renounce its care,     And lend itself to chi"

"God rest you, Chrysten gentil men,     Wherever you may be,--     God rest you all in fielde or hall,     Or on ye stormy sea;     For on this"

"I cannot eat my porridge,     I weary of my play;     No longer can I sleep at night,     No longer romp by day!     Though forty pounds was o"

"Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night     Sailed off in a wooden shoe,--     Sailed on a river of misty light     Into a sea of dew.     "Where a"

"Mcenas, I propose to fly     To realms beyond these human portals;     No common things shall be my wings,     But such as sprout upon immorta"

"Not to lament that rival flame     Wherewith the heartless Glycera scorns you,     Nor waste your time in maudlin rhyme,     How many a modern"

"When thou dost eat from off this plate,     I charge thee be thou temperate;     Unto thine elders at the board     Do thou sweet reverence acc"

"Play that my knee was a calico mare     Saddled and bridled for Bumpville;     Leap to the back of this steed, if you dare,     And gallop away"

"A little peach in the orchard grew,--     A little peach of emerald hue;     Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,     It grew.     One day,"

"Some men affect a liking     For the prim in face and mind,     And some prefer the striking     And the loud in womankind;     Wee Madge is w"

"Why do you shun me, Chloe, like the fawn,     That, fearful of the breezes and the wood,     Has sought her timorous mother since the dawn"

"In the market of Clare, so cheery the glare     Of the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there;     That I take a delight on a Saturday n"