Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

Eugene Field Poems

1. Pan Liveth 1/1/2004
2. Little Mack 1/1/2004
3. Horace To Melpomene 1/1/2004
4. A Proper Trewe Idyll Of Camelot 1/1/2004
5. A Rhine-Land Drinking Song 1/1/2004
6. Garden And Cradle 1/1/2004
7. To A Soubrette 1/1/2004
8. To A Usurper 1/1/2004
9. Chrystmasse Of Olde 1/1/2004
10. Horace And Lydia Reconciled 1/1/2004
11. Uhland's 1/1/2004
12. The Wooing Of The Southland 1/1/2004
13. The Humming Top 1/1/2004
14. De Amicitiis 1/1/2004
15. The "Happy Isles" Of Horace 1/1/2004
16. Hi-Spy 1/1/2004
17. Hymn 1/1/2004
18. My Playmates 1/1/2004
19. The Lyttel Boy 1/1/2004
20. The Song Of Luddy-Dud 1/1/2004
21. The Stoddards 1/1/2004
22. Jessie 1/1/2004
23. Ailsie, My Bairn 1/1/2004
24. Christmas Treasures 1/1/2004
25. The Jaffa And Jerusalem Railway 1/1/2004
26. Hugo's "Pool In The Forest" 1/1/2004
27. Little-Oh Dear 1/1/2004
28. The Three Tailors 1/1/2004
29. Winfreda 1/1/2004
30. With Brutus In St. Jo 1/1/2004
31. Love Song--Heine 1/1/2004
32. Lyman, Frederick, And Jim 1/1/2004
33. Madge: Ye Hoyden 1/1/2004
34. Horace Iii. 13 1/1/2004
35. A Heine Love Song 1/1/2004
36. To Emma Abbott 1/1/2004
37. Der Mann Im Keller 1/1/2004
38. Dr. Sam 1/1/2004
39. The Bibliomaniac's's Prayer 1/1/2004
40. The Brook 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Eugene Field

Little Boy Blue

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise!"
So toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamed of the pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue,--
Oh, the years are many, the ...

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"Booh!"

On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap,
And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap,
In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,
And cautiously and quietly I move about the place;
Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view,
And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"!

Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared,
And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared;

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