The Writings in Prose and Verse of Eugene Field, Volume 1Scribner, 1896 - 274 pages |
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Page 9 - And don't you make any noise!" So toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamed 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. Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little...
Page 8 - 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 moulds 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 63 - CHRISTMAS TREASURES I COUNT my treasures o'er with care, — The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A little lock of golden hair. Long years ago this holy time, My little one — my all to me — Sat robed in white upon my knee, And heard the merry Christmas chime. "Tell me, my little golden-head, If Santa Claus should come to-night, What shall he bring my baby bright, — What treasure for my boy?
Page 193 - I knew the wood — the very tree Where lived the poaching, saucy crow, And all the woods and crows knew me — But that was very long ago. And pining for the joys of youth, I tread the old familiar spot Only to learn this solemn truth: I have forgotten, am forgot.
Page 130 - 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 22 - It is very aggravating To hear the solemn prating Of the fossils who are stating That old Horace was a prude; When we know that with the ladies He was always raising Hades, And with many an escapade his Best productions are imbued. There's really not much harm in a Large number of his carmina, But these people find alarm in a Few records of his acts ; So they'd squelch the muse caloric, And to students sophomoric They'd present as metaphoric What old Horace meant for facts.
Page 53 - A LITTLE peach in the orchard grew, — A little peach of emerald hue ; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, It grew. One day, passing that orchard through, That little peach dawned on the view Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue — Them two.
Page 131 - 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 131 - The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea, "Now cast your nets wherever you wish Never afeard are we!
Page 60 - While like winged spirits, here and there, The firelight shadows fluttering go. And as the shadows round me creep, A childish treble breaks the gloom, And softly from a further room Comes, "Now I lay me down to sleep.