Eugene Field
Eugene Field (1850–1895) was an American writer and poet known as the "children's poet." His poems "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "Little Boy Blue" are cherished classic…
"Last night the Stork came stalking, And, Stork, beneath your wing Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber, The tiniest little thing!"
"The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing; comes creeping; The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, And each ha"
"How happens it, my cruel miss, You're always giving me the mitten? You seem to have forgotten this: That you no longer are a kitten"
"Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath, Or speed with song and wine each day"
"A dying mother gave to you Her child a many years ago; How in your gracious love he grew, You know, dear, patient heart, you know."
"The Greeks had genius,--'t was a gift The Muse vouchsafed in glorious measure; The boon of Fame they made their aim And prized abov"
"I At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, "Forsooken"
"'T is spring! The boats bound to the sea; The breezes, loitering kindly over The fields, again bring herds and men The grateful che"
"O gracious jar,--my friend, my twin, Born at the time when I was born,-- Whether tomfoolery you inspire Or animate with love's desi"
"Ed was a man that played for keeps, 'nd when he tuk the notion, You cudn't stop him any more'n a dam 'ud stop the ocean; For when he tac"
"Suppose, my dear, that you were I And by your side your sweetheart sate; Suppose you noticed by and by The distance 'twixt you were"
"There were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine, And gayly they called to the hostess for wine. "And where is thy daughter? We would"
"Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine The loveliest flower"
"Venus, dear Cnidian-Paphian queen! Desert that Cyprus way off yonder, And fare you hence, where with incense My Glycera would have"
"What dainty boy with sweet perfumes bedewed Has lavished kisses, Pyrrha, in the cave? For whom amid the roses, many-hued, Do you bi"
"Why do you shun me, Chloe, like the fawn, That, fearful of the breezes and the wood, Has sought her timorous mother since the dawn,"
"Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- Sw"
"The eastern sky is streaked with red, The weary night is done, And from his distant ocean bed Rolls up the morning sun. The de"