Poems by Eugene Field
Little Croodlin Doo
... Looked in er cradle, but didn't find you there, ...
My Garden
... For it's here a laugh and it's there a tear, ...
Stoves and sunshine
... And I've learned a heap of learning, but I've shivered all the time ...
Heine's "Widow Or Daughter?"
... That the mother 'll suit me better! ...
Chicago Weather
... Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, ...
The Dead Babe
... Why should'st Thou take my little son - ...
When I Was A Boy
... For the grace that through the lattice streamed ...
Ailsie, My Bairn
... And sleepe on my bosom, deere wounded thing,- ...
A Chaucerian Paraphrase of Horace
... When that they be on dead go to ye seints full sickerly ...
A drinking song
... In every sip Of friendship's brew, we think ...
A heine love song
... Moves proudly through the radiant skies,How like the tranquil moon thou art-- ...
A paraphrase
... And Thine be the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory, forever and ever ...
A piteous plaint
... That bouncing Martha Clow!She ought to know I love her, ...
A proper trewe idyll of camelot
... it ye well, sweet sirs, I'm looking at ye!"Unto which toast of their liege lord ye oders in ye party ...
A rhine-land drinking song
... We should sprinkle the way with the rain while we may ...
