The Poems of Eugene Field

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1910 - 553 pages

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Page 176 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
Page 271 - I've cried To the darkness brooding far and wide Over the land and the deep : "Whom do you want, O lonely night, That you wail the long hours through ?" And the night would say in its ghostly way: "Yoooooooo ! Yoooooooo!
Page 282 - Oh, dear, what shall we do?" But the gingham dog and the calico cat Wallowed this way and tumbled that, Employing every tooth and claw In the awfullest way you ever saw — And, oh!
Page 282 - The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; Twas half past twelve, and (what do you think!) Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink! The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate Appeared to know as sure as fate There was going to be a terrible spat. (I wasn't there: I simply state What was told to me by the Chinese plate!) The gingham dog went, "Bowwowwow!" And the calico cat replied, "Mee'ow!
Page 273 - Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Mighty glad I ain'ta girl - ruther be a boy, Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy! Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!
Page 226 - Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging — Swinging the nest where her little one lies. Away out yonder I see a star, — Silvery star with a tinkling song ; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling — Calling and tinkling the night along. In through the window a moonbeam comes, — Little gold moonbeam with misty wings ; All silently creeping, it asks, " Is he sleeping — Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings...
Page 269 - Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street 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, When she findeth you sleeping! There is one little dream of a beautiful drum — "Rub-a-dub!
Page 248 - And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 249 - And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue — Oh ! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true...
Page 310 - I guess; an' yet I hate to go to bed, For, when I'm tucked up warm an' snug an' when my prayers are said, Mother tells me "Happy dreams!" and takes away the light, An' leaves me lyin' all alone an' seein

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