Poems by Eugene Field
A Fickle Woman
... And o'er his hapless wreck the flood she pours! ...
Contentment
... See hopes and friendships dead about him lie-- ...
John Smith
... Old times, old friends, John Smith, would make our hearts beat high again, ...
How Salty Win Out
... I've had queer dreams an' seen queer things, an' allus tried to do ...
Jennie
... For the prim in face and mind, ...
To Albius Tibullus
... Wherewith the heartless Glycera scorns you, ...
To Pompeius Varus
... To the friends and the gods who love you ...
Doctor Rabelais
... And still at night, when all the rest ...
Fame _vs._ Riches
... From him who stands at Death's dark portal ...
Alaskan Balladry
... Stretched its white arms out to him, ...
To Mary Field French
... You know, dear, patient heart, you know ...
The Poet's Metamorphosis
... Pray, therefore, spare your dolesome praises, ...
The Vision Of The Holy Grail
... _Swete Chryste, let not the cheere of earth ...
Horace To His Lute
... His voice in Love's and Liber's praise ...
To Maecenas
... ENVOY So, come! though favors I bestow ...
