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The Dinkey Bird The Dinkey Bird

The Dinkey Bird
In an ocean, 'way out yonder (As all sapient people know), Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to go; It's their playing, romping, swinging, That give great joy to me While the Dinkey-Bird goes singing In the amfalula tree! There the gum-drops grow like cherries, And taffy's thick as peas--... Poems - Post by : jackkapala - Date : June 2011 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 1962

Beard And Baby Beard And Baby

Beard And Baby
I say, as one who never feared The wrath of a subscriber's bullet, I pity him who has a beard But has no little girl to pull it! When wife and I have finished tea, Our baby woos me with her prattle, And, perching proudly on my knee, She gives my petted whiskers battle. With both her hands she tugs away,... Poems - Post by : curly - Date : June 2011 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 2898

Jest 'fore Christmas Jest 'fore Christmas

Jest 'fore Christmas
Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Mighty glad I ain't a 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! 'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me,... Poems - Post by : littlebit - Date : June 2011 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 3441

Kissing Time Kissing Time

Kissing Time
'T is when the lark goes soaring And the bee is at the bud, When lightly dancing zephyrs Sing over field and flood; When all sweet things in nature Seem joyfully achime-- 'T is then I wake my darling, For it is kissing time! Go, pretty lark, a-soaring, And suck your sweets, O bee;... Poems - Post by : audrey - Date : June 2011 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 699

The Night Wind The Night Wind

The Night Wind
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? 'T is a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you through and through With a strange and speechless fear. 'T is the voice of the night that broods outside When folk should be asleep, And many and many's the time I've cried To the darkness brooding far and wide Over the... Poems - Post by : martindemadrid - Date : June 2011 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 3380

Garden And Cradle Garden And Cradle

Garden And Cradle
When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him, As fareth he upon his kingly way; And birdlings of the wood to him Make music, gentle music, all the day, When our babe he goeth walking in his garden.... Poems - Post by : griggsupport - Date : June 2011 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 3202

'booh!' "booh!"

'booh!'
On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap, And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap, In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face, And cautiously and quietly I move about the place; Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view, And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"! Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe... Poems - Post by : jdavis - Date : June 2011 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 2891

The Rock-a-by Lady The Rock-a-by Lady

The Rock-a-by Lady
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! There is one little dream of a beautiful drum-- "Rub-a-dub!" it goeth; There is one little dream of... Poems - Post by : Tony_Lofts - Date : June 2011 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 657

Star Of The East Star Of The East

Star Of The East
Star of the East, that long ago Brought wise men on their way Where, angels singing to and fro, The Child of Bethlehem lay-- Above that Syrian hill afar Thou shinest out to-night, O Star! Star of the East, the night were drear But for the tender grace That with thy glory comes to cheer Earth's loneliest, darkest place; For by that charity we see Where there is hope for all and me. Star of the East! show us the way In wisdom undefiled To seek that manger out and lay Our gifts before the child-- To bring our hearts and... Poems - Post by : cutepub - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 683

The First Christmas Tree The First Christmas Tree

The First Christmas Tree
Once upon a time the forest was in a great commotion. Early in the evening the wise old cedars had shaken their heads ominously and predicted strange things. They had lived in the forest many, many years; but never had they seen such marvellous sights as were to be seen now in the sky, and upon the hills, and in the distant village."Pray tell us what you see," pleaded a little vine; "we who are not as tall as you can behold none of these wonderful things. Describe them to us, that we may enjoy them with you.""I am filled with... Short Stories - Post by : Roy_hunter - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 2743

Bethlehem-town Bethlehem-town

Bethlehem-town
As I was going to Bethlehem-town, Upon the earth I cast me down All underneath a little tree That whispered in this wise to me: "Oh, I shall stand on Calvary And bear what burthen saveth thee!" As up I fared to Bethlehem-town, I met a shepherd coming down, And thus he quoth: "A wondrous sight Hath spread before mine eyes this night,-- An angel host most fair to see, That sung full sweetly of a tree That shall uplift on Calvary What burthen saveth you and me!" And as I gat to Bethlehem-town, Lo! wise men came that bore a... Poems - Post by : Grant - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 1291

Mistress Merciless Mistress Merciless

Mistress Merciless
This is to tell of our little Mistress Merciless, who for a seasonabided with us, but is now and forever gone from us unto the far-offland of Ever-Plaisance. The tale is soon told; for it were not seemlyto speak all the things that are in one's heart when one hath to sayof a much-beloved child, whose life here hath been shortened so that,in God's wisdom and kindness, her life shall be longer in that gardenthat bloometh far away.You shall know that all did call her Mistress Merciless; but hermercilessness was of a sweet, persuasive kind: for with the beauty ofher face... Poems - Post by : infinityrose - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 3488

Christmas Morning Christmas Morning

Christmas Morning
The angel host that sped last night, Bearing the wondrous news afar, Came in their ever-glorious flight Unto a slumbering little star. "Awake and sing, O star!" they cried. "Awake and glorify the morn! Herald the tidings far and wide-- He that shall lead His flock is born!" The little star awoke and sung As only stars in rapture may, And presently where church bells hung The joyous tidings found their way. "Awake, O bells! 't is Christmas morn-- Awake and let thy music tell To all mankind that now is born What Shepherd loves His lambkins well!" Then rang the... Poems - Post by : Lori_Weiss - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 2046

The Mouse And The Moonbeam The Mouse And The Moonbeam

The Mouse And The Moonbeam
Whilst you were sleeping, little Dear-my-Soul, strange things happened; but that I saw and heard them, I should never have believed them. The clock stood, of course, in the corner, a moonbeam floated idly on the floor, and a little mauve mouse came from the hole in the chimney corner and frisked and scampered in the light of the moonbeam upon the floor. The little mauve mouse was particularly merry; sometimes she danced upon two legs and sometimes upon four legs, but always very daintily and always very merrily."Ah, me!" sighed the old clock, "how different mice are nowadays from the... Short Stories - Post by : garvin - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 3849

Chrystmasse Of Olde Chrystmasse Of Olde

Chrystmasse Of Olde
God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Wherever you may be,-- God rest you all in fielde or hall, Or on ye stormy sea; For on this morn oure Chryst is born That saveth you and me. Last night ye shepherds in ye east Saw many a wondrous thing; Ye sky last night flamed passing bright Whiles that ye stars did sing, And angels came to bless ye name Of Jesus Chryst, oure Kyng. God rest you, Chrysten gentil men, Faring where'er you may; In noblesse court do thou no sport, In tournament no playe, In paynim lands hold thou thy hands... Poems - Post by : morna - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 3560

The Coming Of The Prince The Coming Of The Prince

The Coming Of The Prince
I"Whirr-r-r! whirr-r-r! whirr-r-r!" said the wind, and it tore through the streets of the city that Christmas eve, turning umbrellas inside out, driving the snow in fitful gusts before it, creaking the rusty signs and shutters, and playing every kind of rude prank it could think of."How cold your breath is to-night!" said Barbara, with a shiver, as she drew her tattered little shawl the closer around her benumbed body."Whirr-r-r! whirr-r-r! whirr-r-r!" answered the wind; "but why are you out in this storm? You should be at home by the warm fire.""I have no home," said Barbara; and then she sighed... Short Stories - Post by : aikpin - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 1043

The Three Kings Of Cologne The Three Kings Of Cologne

The Three Kings Of Cologne
From out Cologne there came three kings To worship Jesus Christ, their King. To Him they sought fine herbs they brought, And many a beauteous golden thing; They brought their gifts to Bethlehem town, And in that manger set them down. Then spake the first king, and he said: "O Child, most heavenly, bright, and fair! I bring this crown to Bethlehem town For Thee, and only Thee, to wear; So give a heavenly crown to me When I shall come at last to Thee!" The second, then. "I bring Thee here This royal robe, O Child!" he cried; "Of silk... Poems - Post by : Deneen_Thomas - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 1061

Joel's Talk With Santa Claus Joel's Talk With Santa Claus

Joel's Talk With Santa Claus
One Christmas eve Joel Baker was in a most unhappy mood. He was lonesome and miserable; the chimes making merry Christmas music outside disturbed rather than soothed him, the jingle of the sleigh-bells fretted him, and the shrill whistling of the wind around the corners of the house and up and down the chimney seemed to grate harshly on his ears."Humph," said Joel, wearily, "Christmas is nothin' to me; there _was_ a time when it meant a great deal, but that was long ago--fifty years is a long stretch to look back over. There is nothin' in Christmas now, nothin' for... Short Stories - Post by : ianhollander - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 2206

The Symbol And The Saint The Symbol And The Saint

The Symbol And The Saint
Once upon a time a young man made ready for a voyage. His name was Norss; broad were his shoulders, his cheeks were ruddy, his hair was fair and long, his body betokened strength, and good-nature shone from his blue eyes and lurked about the corners of his mouth."Where are you going?" asked his neighbor Jans, the forge-master."I am going sailing for a wife," said Norss."For a wife, indeed!" cried Jans. "And why go you to seek her in foreign lands? Are not our maidens good enough and fair enough, that you must need search for a wife elsewhere? For shame,... Short Stories - Post by : rankwarforum - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 3506

Christmas Hymn Christmas Hymn

Christmas Hymn
Sing, Christmas bells! Say to the earth this is the morn Whereon our Savior-King is born; Sing to all men,--the bond, the free, The rich, the poor, the high, the low, The little child that sports in glee, The aged folk that tottering go,-- Proclaim the morn That Christ is born, That saveth them and saveth me! Sing, angel host! Sing of the star that God has placed Above the manger in the East; Sing of the glories of the night, The virgin's sweet humility, The Babe with kingly robes bedight,-- Sing to all men where'er they be This Christmas morn;... Poems - Post by : ebookwow - Date : September 2010 - Author : Eugene Field - Read : 1904