Eugene Field

Eugene Field

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Eugene Field Sr. (September 2, 1850 – November 4, 1895) was an American writer, best known for his children's poetry and humorous essays. He was known as the "poet of childhood".
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Child And Mother

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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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Christmas Treasures

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I count my treasures o'er with care
—  The little toy my darling knew,  A little sock of faded hue,
A little lock of golden hair
Long years ago this holy time,  My little one—my all to me—  Sat robed in white upon my
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The Death Of Robin Hood

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"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me;
And where 't is shot mark thou that spot, For there my grave shall be
"Then Little John did make no sign, And not a word he spake;
But he smiled, altho' wi...
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The Rock-A-By Lady

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The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby
Comes stealing; comes creeping;
The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,
And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet -She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,
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The Fly-Away Horse

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Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse -Perhaps you have seen him before;
Perhaps, while you slept, his shadow has
Through the moonlight that floats on the floor
For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle bright,
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Alaskan Balladry

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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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The Dream-Ship

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When the world is fast asleep, Along the midnight skies—As though it were a wandering cloud— The ghostly dream-ship flies
An angel stands at the dream-ship's helm, An angel stands at the prow,
And an angel stands at the dream-ship's side...
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The Brook

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I looked in the brook and saw a face -Heigh-ho, but a child was I
There were rushes and willows in that place,
And they clutched at the brook as the brook ran by;
And the brook it ran its own sweet way,
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Apple-Pie And Cheese

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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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Jest Fore Christmas

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Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill
Mighty glad I ain't a girl - ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy
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Beard And Baby

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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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With Two Spoons For Two Spoons

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How trifling shall these gifts appear  Among the splendid
That loving friends now send to cheer  Harvey and Ellen Jenney
And yet these baubles symbolize  A certain fond
That well beseems, as I surmise,  This festive celebration
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The Cunnin Little Thing

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When baby wakes of mornings,
Then it's wake, ye people all
For another
Of song and
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Little-Oh Dear

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See, what a wonderful garden is here,
Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear
Posies so gaudy and grass of such brown -Search ye the country and hunt ye the
And never ye'll meet with a garden so
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When I Was A Boy

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Up in the attic where I
When I was a boy, a little boy,
In through the lattice the moonlight crept,
Bringing a tide of dreams that
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Swing high and swing low

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Swing high and swing
While the breezes they blow -It's off for a sailor thy father would go;
And it's here in the harbor, in sight of the sea,
He hath left his wee babe with my song and with me:"Swing high and swing
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