Poems by Eugene Field
To John J. Knickerbocker, Jr.
... What though on Scotia's banks and braes ...
A Valentine To My Wife
... What though these years of ours be fleeting ...
Beranger's "To My Old Coat"
... Three days she toiled, dear patient heart! ...
The Duel (The Gingham Dog And The Calico Cat)
... 'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!) ...
A Roman Winter-Piece
... Who, when it pleaseth them, shall bring ...
Bions Song Of Eros
... Him they serve in rapturous glee, ...
Be My Sweetheart
... When the fire of youth is spent, forsooth, ...
Christmas Hymn
... The curse is gone, the bond are free,- ...
Pikes Peak
... Prithee, who brought you up this mountain high ...
To Lydia
... Must cleave till death doth disunite 'em ...
In The Springtime
... That Death's the certain doom of mortals,-- ...
The Fisherman's Feast
... How often have you snapped my treacherous line!-- ...
Beranger's "Broken Fiddle"
... Struck from my hands their pride and glory ...
"Guess"
... I guess not! There's meaning in that homely phrase ...
The Song Of Luddy-Dud
... Of that waddling, toddling, coddling little mite, ...
