Eugene Field

"Hush, bonnie, dinna greit;     Moder will rocke her sweete,--     Balow, my boy!     When that his toile ben done,     Daddie will come anone,"

"Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce     Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice.     Some folks called him Sooner, a name that arose     F"

"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 l"

"To the willows of the brookside     The mill wheel sings to-day--     Sings and weeps,     As the brooklet creeps     Wondering on its way;"

"Keep me, I pray, in wisdom's way     That I may truths eternal seek;     I need protecting care to-day,--     My purse is light, my flesh is we"

"XXIII.     I love the lyric muse!     For when mankind ran wild in groves,     Came holy Orpheus with his songs     And turned men's hearts"

"'T is when the lark goes soaring     And the bee is at the bud,     When lightly dancing zephyrs     Sing over field and flood;     When all s"

"They told me once that Pan was dead,     And so, in sooth, I thought him;     For vainly where the streamlets led     Through flowery meads I s"

"Her nature is the sea's, that smiles to-night     A radiant maiden in the moon's soft light;     The unsuspecting seaman sets his sails,     Fo"

"Krinken was a little child--     It was summer when he smiled;     Oft the hoary sea and grim     Stretched its white arms out to him,     Cal"

"Us two wuz boys when we fell out,--     Nigh to the age uv my youngest now;     Don't rec'lect what't wuz about,     Some small deeff'rence, I'"

"Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine     That fairly reeks with precious juices,     And in your tresses you shall twine     The loveliest flower"

"The fire upon the hearth is low,     And there is stillness everywhere,     While like winged spirits, here and there,     The firelight shadow"

"O Cruel fair,     Whose flowing hair     The envy and the pride of all is,     As onward roll     The years, that poll     Will get as bald a"

"Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote     Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note,     Our old friend Casey"

"Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine     That fairly reeks with precious juices.     And in your tresses you shall twine     The loveliest flower"

"I looked in the brook and saw a face -     Heigh-ho, but a child was I!     There were rushes and willows in that place,     And they clutched"

"Little eyelids, cease your winking;     Little orbs, forget to beam;     Little soul, to slumber sinking,     Let the fairies rule your dream."

"So, so, rock-a-by so!     Off to the garden where dreamikins grow;     And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes,     And here is a kiss on yo"

"The cruel mother of the Loves,     And other Powers offended,     Have stirred my heart, where newly roves     The passion that was ended."

"Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith,     There used to live a pretty girl whose name was Mary Smith;     And though it's ma"

"Down south there is a curio-shop     Unknown to many men;     Thereat do I intend to stop     When I am south again;     The narrow street thr"

"(THE TALE)     Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing--     Under my tree where I sit cometh the Wind to confession."

"In Mrs. Potter's latest play     The costuming is fine;     Her waist is made decollete--     Her skirt is new design."

"(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE)     When to the dreary greenwood gloam     Winfreda's husband strode that day,     The fair Winfreda bode a"

""Sweetheart, take this," a soldier said,     "And bid me brave good-by;     It may befall we ne'er shall wed,     But love can never die."

"If for your oath broken, or word lightly spoken,     A plague comes, Barine, to grieve you;     If on tooth or on finger a black mark shall ling"

"Upon a mountain height, far from the sea,     I found a shell,     And to my listening ear the lonely thing     Ever a song of ocean seemed to"

"Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -     Perhaps you have seen him before;     Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has swept     Thr"

"Jest as atween the awk'ard lines a hand we love has penn'd     Appears a meanin' hid from other eyes,     So, in your simple, homespun art, old"

"The gingham dog and the calico cat     Side by side on the table sat;     'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)     Nor one nor t'"

"Fisherman Jim lived on the hill     With his bonnie wife an' his little boys;     'T wuz "Blow, ye winds, as blow ye will -     Naught we reck"

"'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met;     And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender     My thoughts go back in time's dull track     To you, s"

"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, and had d"

"Over the hills and far away,     A little boy steals from his morning play     And under the blossoming apple-tree     He lies and he dreams of"

"The gods let slip that fiendish grip     Upon me last week Sunday--     No fiercer storm than racked my form     E'er swept the Bay of Fundy;"

"To-day I strayed in Charing Cross as wretched as could be     With thinking of my home and friends across the tumbling sea;     There was no wat"

"As I was going to Bethlehem-town,     Upon the earth I cast me down     All underneath a little tree     That whispered in this wise to me:"

"Happy the man that, when his day is done,     Lies down to sleep with nothing of regret--     The battle he has fought may not be won--     The"

"Should painter attach to a fair human head     The thick, turgid neck of a stallion,     Or depict a spruce lass with the tail of a bass,     I"

"O ship of state     Shall new winds bear you back upon the sea?     What are you doing? Seek the harbor's lee     Ere 't is too late!     Do"

"Mcenas, you will be my death,--though friendly you profess yourself,--     If to me in a strain like this so often you address yourself:     "C"

"Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?     'T is a pitiful sound to hear!     It seems to chill you through and through     With a strange a"

"I used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck--     It made no diff'rence how or when or where or why it struck;     But sev'ral"

"When all around from out the ground     The little flowers are peeping,     And from the hills the merry rills     With vernal songs are leapin"

"I once knew all the birds that came     And nested in our orchard trees;     For every flower I had a name--     My friends were woodchucks, to"

"When the busy day is done,     And my weary little one     Rocketh gently to and fro;     When the night winds softly blow,     And the cricke"

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

"The image of the moon at night     All trembling in the ocean lies,     But she, with calm and steadfast light,     Moves proudly through the r"

"When praising Telephus you sing     His rosy neck and waxen arms,     Forgetful of the pangs that wring     This heart for my neglected charms,"

"Chloe, you shun me like a hind     That, seeking vainly for her mother,     Hears danger in each breath of wind,     And wildly darts this way"

"Ovarus mine,     Plant thou the vine     Within this kindly soil of Tibur;     Nor temporal woes,     Nor spiritual, knows     The man who's"

"When baby wakes of mornings,     Then it's wake, ye people all!     For another day     Of song and play     Has come at our darling's call!"

"Good old days--dear old days     When my heart beat high and bold--     When the things of earth seemed full of life,     And the future a haze"

"The women-folk are like to books,--     Most pleasing to the eye,     Whereon if anybody looks     He feels disposed to buy.     I hear that"

"(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLUB)     Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day,     Set out in a great big ship--     Steamed to the ocean adown the bay"

"This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,     We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!     He lives here in Mizzo"

"Tell me, Lydia, tell me why,     By the gods that dwell above,     Sybaris makes haste to die     Through your cruel, fatal love.     Now he"

"(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm, restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ensues. The poem is"

"Friend, by the way you hump yourself you're from the States, I know,     And born in old Mizzourah, where the 'coons in plenty grow;     I, too,"