The Poems of Eugene Field |
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Page 249 - 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 235 - 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 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?
Page 310 - I say my prayers again! Gran'ma tells me that's the only way to make it right When a feller has been wicked an
Page 218 - IN DORDRECHT THE mill goes toiling slowly around With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kindly sound The voice of the old mill speak. While round and round those big white wings Grimly and ghostlike creep, My little one hears that the old mill sings : "Sleep, little tulip, sleep!" The sails are reefed and the nets are drawn, And, over his pot of beer, The fisher, against the morrow's dawn, Lustily maketh cheer; He mocks at the winds that caper along From the far-off clamorous...
Page 230 - THE sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night; And this is the song the storm-king sings, As over the world his cloak he flings: "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep"; He rustles his wings and gruffly sings: "Sleep, little one, sleep.
Page 282 - 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 283 - I exaggerate — 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!
Page 215 - 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.
Page 234 - 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!