Poems by Eugene Field
An Ode To Fortune
... Of Dacian tribes, of roving Scythian bands, ...
Christmas Morning
... "Awake, O bells! 't is Christmas morn-- ...
Echoes from the Sabine Farm
... What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what they re going to give yet ...
Wine, Women, And Song
... To one who knows, because he's tried 'em! ...
The Bottle And The Bird
... How the gracious juices drown what griefs would vex a mortal breast, ...
In Praise Of Contentment
... While this one follows pathways martial-- ...
Old Dutch Love Song
... Let this one hoard his earthly pelf, ...
To A Jar Of Wine
... So, fill, sweet wine, this friend of mine,-- ...
The Perpetual Wooing
... As gray-beard looking through love's light ...
Horace II, 3.
... Let's live while chance and youth obtain-- ...
An Eclogue From Virgil
... Shall the wealth that outspringeth from thee by the hand of the alien be squandered ...
The Broken Ring
... That may never be soothed again! ...
The Dying Year
... Yet o'er the wreck which time has wrought ...
The Dream-Ship
... And an angel stands at the dream-ship's side ...
The Convalescent Gripster
... It seemed to warm clean through me ...
