Poems by Eugene Field
Intry-Mintry
... That shall count me off as it counted them ...
A Paraphrase, By Chaucer
... When that they be on dead go to ye seints full sickerly ...
"Booh!"
... And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared ...
A Paraphrase Of Heine
... The blossoms and the leaves are dead, ...
Dear Old London
... And, just to think, for three-pounds-ten I might have had that Pine,&emsp ...
"The Old Homestead"
... Why, the robins in the maples an' the blackbirds round the pond, ...
To Chloe
... The foolish, frightened creature scrambles ...
Horace I, 31.
... May peace of mind and health attend me, ...
A Paraphrase, By Dr. I.W.
... And fix your thoughts, whilst yet there's time, ...
"Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby"
... " Sometime, mayhap, with Chrysts love round me streaming, ...
Bethlehem-Town
... Hath spread before mine eyes this night,-- ...
To Leuconoee
... What boons the gods will yet withhold, or what they're going to give yet ...
Francois Villon
... He should give me gold and diamonds, his snuffbox and his cane-- ...
Quitting Again
... My old cantankerous sweetheart, Chloe! ...
Extinct Monsters
... Those extinct monsters of hoof and wing ...
