Eugene Field

Eugene Field

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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Krinken was a little child,—It was summer when he smiled
Oft the hoary sea and
Stretched its white arms out to him,
Calling, "Sun-child, come to me;
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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;
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I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock;
But, lo
he toddling comes to lure My parent ear with timorous knock
My heart were stone could it withstand The sweetness of my baby's plea,—That timorous, baby knoc...
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Sweetheart, be my sweetheart  When birds are on the wing,
When bee and bud and babbling flood  Bespeak the birth of spring,
Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart  And wear this posy-ring
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart  In the mellow golden
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Full many a sinful notion  Conceived of foreign
Has come across the ocean  To harm this land of ours;
And heresies called fashions  Have modesty effaced,
And baleful, morbid passions  Corrupt our native taste
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I say, as one who never
The wrath of a subscriber's bullet,
I pity him who has a
But has no little girl to pull it
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O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,— The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, Where moonlight and starlig...
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