Eugene Field Reader
Primary reader using Field's poems, each followed by prose text or texts by Harris based on those poems. The poems and prose are set in different fonts, preserving the difference, but it is interesting to note that the prose texts are set using typographical conventions similar to verse. A vocabulary list (but not a glossary) is presented at the end of the book.
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aboard for Shut-Eye arms baby barks beat the drum beautiful bird blow Blynken boats bring Bumpville calico chocolate cat comes dances dear little Dear-My-Soul dolly dream dreamland Dutch clock eyes face fairy feet fish flag flowers fruit garden of Shut-Eye gingham goes Good-Children street grows hand happy head hear heart horse humming Hurrah Katrina kiss kite land Little Boy Blue little toy dog little tulip Little-Oh-Dear live looked misty Mother Moon nets night PAGE play poems poppies pretty reading red drum ride road rock Rock-a-By Lady round sail says Shut-Eye Town Shut-Eye train sights sing sits skies sleep soldier boys song stars sticks stream Sugar-Plum Tree sweet swords talk tell There's things tin soldier trumpet tulip wind windmill wings wooden shoe woods Wynken
Page 57 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, — Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Page 4 - The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, 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 52 - I'm only telling you What the old Dutch clock declares is true!) The Chinese plate looked very blue, And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!
Page 58 - 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 56 - I got my news from the Chinese plate!) Next morning, where the two had sat They found no trace of dog or cat: And some folks think unto this day That burglars stole that pair away ! But the truth about the cat and pup Is this: they ate each other up! Now what do you really think of that! (The old Dutch clock it told me so, And that is how I came to know...
Page 42 - That the chocolate cat is at once all agog, As her swelling proportions attest. And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around From this leafy limb unto that, And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground Hurrah for that chocolate cat! There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes, With stripings of scarlet or gold, And you carry away of the treasure that rains, As much as your apron can hold! So come, little child, cuddle closer to me In your dainty white nightcap and gown, And I'll...
Page 58 - Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some folks thought '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...
Page 52 - The air was littered, an hour or so, With bits of gingham and calico, While the old Dutch clock in the...
Page 41 - TREE Have you ever heard of the Sugarplum Tree? 'Tis a marvel of great renown ! It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop Sea In the garden of Shut-eye Town ; The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet (As those who have tasted it say) That good little children have only to eat Of that fruit to be happy next day. When you've got to the tree, you would have a hard time To capture the fruit which I sing; The...
Page 48 - THE 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! "BOOH!" 269 There is one little dream of a beautiful drum — "Rub-a-dub!