With Trumpet and Drum

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C. Scribner's sons, 1892 - Children's poetry - 126 pages
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Page 48 - 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 78 - 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 78 - 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! 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...
Page 46 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, — Sailed on a river of misty 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 47 - Now cast your nets wherever you wish — Never afeard are we"; So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam — Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be, And some...
Page 115 - 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 35 - PRAYER I PRAY that, risen from the dead, I may in glory stand — A crown, perhaps, upon my head, But a needle in my hand. I 've never learned to sing or play, So let no harp be mine; From birth unto my dying day, Plain sewing 's been my line. SOME TIME 231 Therefore, accustomed to the end To plying useful stitches, I 'll be content if asked to mend The little angels
Page 34 - Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; What shall you fear when I am here? Sleep, little one, sleep." The king may sing in his bitter flight, The tree may croon to the vine to-night, But the little snowflake at my breast Liketh the song I sing the best,— '' Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; Weary, thou art.
Page 1 - Tis a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore of the Lollypop 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 47 - 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 the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish, But never afeard are we!

About the author (1892)

Eugene Field was born in Saint Louis, Missouri , September 2, 1850 . He's an American writer, best known for poetry for children and for humorous essays. After the death of his mother he was raised by a cousin in Amherst, Massachusetts. Field briefly attended various colleges in Massachusetts and Missouri. He tried acting and studying law. He then set off for a trip through Europe only to return to the U.S. six months later penniless. Field then worked as a journalist for the Gazette in Saint Joseph, Missouri in 1875. The same year he married Julia Comstock. The couple had 8 children. Field soon rose to become city editor of the Gazette. From 1876 through 1880 Field lived in Saint Louis, where he was an editorial writer. He then took a job as managing editor of the Kansas City, Missouri Times, then from 1881 began two years as managing editor of the Tribune of Denver, Colorado. In 1883 he moved to Chicago, Illinois where he wrote a humorous newspaper column called Sharps & Flats for the Chicago Daily News. Field first started publishing poetry in 1879, when his book Christian Treasures appeared. Over a dozen more volumes followed, and he became well known for his light-hearted poems for children; perhaps the best known is "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod". Several of his poems were set to music with commercial success. Eugene Field died in Chicago at the age of 45. His former home in Saint Louis is now a museum. A memorial to him, a statue of the "Dream Lady" from his poem, "Rock-a-by-Lady" was erected in 1922 at the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago.

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