Poems by Eugene Field
Alaskan Balladry, No.1
... Of the messenger pleading the Northland's part ...
Plaint Of The Missouri 'Coon In The Berlin Zoological Gardens
... Than the conscript German puppets with their swords about their heels! ...
After Reading Trollope's History Of Florence
... I trust Their fleeter footsteps where again ...
Grandmas Prayer
... Ive never learned to sing or play, ...
Old English Lullaby
... Gin thou dost sleepe, perchaunce ...
Consistency
... Would you work in some trees with their barks on ...
In Flanders
... But it's doubtless the case, to their lasting disgrace, ...
To Aristius Fuscus
... Ay, though through desert wastes he roam, ...
To De Witt Miller
... When they're not preaching they are swapping! ...
Boccaccio
... That thrilled me, filled me years ago ...
Lydia Dick
... Those dark eyes of her that fired him-- ...
It Is The Printer's Fault
... Her waist is made decollete-- ...
Lullaby; By The Sea
... And revellers drink to a little one's health ...
The Happy Isles
... Where the song of the sun-kissed breeze beguiles ...
Long Meter
... The froward part that you have played ...
