Second Book of Verse: 'There is a glorious candor in an honest quart of wine''
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Eugene Field was born on 2nd September 1850 in St. Louis, Missouri. His mother died when he was six and his father when he was nineteen. His academic life was not taken seriously and he preferred the life of a prankster until, in 1875, he began work as a journalist for the St. Joseph Gazette in Saint Joseph, Missouri.
In his career as a journalist he soon found a niche that suited him. His articles were light, humorous and written in a personal gossipy style that endeared him to his readership. Some were soon being syndicated to other newspapers around the States. Field soon rose to city editor of the Gazette.
Field had first published poetry in 1879, when his poem ‘Christmas Treasures’ appeared. This was the beginning that would eventually number over a dozen volumes. As well as verse Field published an extensive range of short stories including ‘The Holy Cross’ and ‘Daniel and the Devil.’
In 1889 whilst the family were in London and Field himself was recovering from a bout of ill health he wrote his most famous poem; ‘Lovers Lane’.
On 4th November 1895 Eugene Field Sr died in Chicago of a heart attack at the age of 45.
Eugene Field
Eugene Field (1850-1895) was a noted author best known for his fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Many of his children's poems were illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. Also an American journalist and humorous essay writer, Field was lost to the world at the young age of 45 when he died of a heart attack.
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Second Book of Verse - Eugene Field
A Second Book of Verse by Eugene Field
Eugene Field was born on 2nd September 1850 in St. Louis, Missouri. His mother died when he was six and his father when he was nineteen. His academic life was not taken seriously and he preferred the life of a prankster until, in 1875, he began work as a journalist for the St. Joseph Gazette in Saint Joseph, Missouri.
In his career as a journalist he soon found a niche that suited him. His articles were light, humorous and written in a personal gossipy style that endeared him to his readership. Some were soon being syndicated to other newspapers around the States. Field soon rose to city editor of the Gazette.
Field had first published poetry in 1879, when his poem ‘Christmas Treasures’ appeared. This was the beginning that would eventually number over a dozen volumes. As well as verse Field published an extensive range of short stories including ‘The Holy Cross’ and ‘Daniel and the Devil.’
In 1889 whilst the family were in London and Field himself was recovering from a bout of ill health he wrote his most famous poem; ‘Lovers Lane’.
On 4th November 1895 Eugene Field Sr died in Chicago of a heart attack at the age of 45.
A little bit of a woman came
Athwart my path one day;
So tiny was she that she seemed to be
A pixy strayed from the misty sea,
Or a wandering greenwood fay.
Oho, you little elf!
I cried,
"And what are you doing here?
So tiny as you will never do
For the brutal rush and hullaballoo
Of this practical world, I fear."
Voice have I, good sir,
said she.―
"'Tis soft as an Angel's sigh,
But to fancy a word of yours were heard
In all the din of this world's absurd!"
Smiling, I made reply.
Hands have I, good sir
she quoth.―
"Marry, and that have you!
But amid the strife and the tumult rife
In all the struggle and battle for life,
What can those wee hands do?"
Eyes have I, good sir,
she said.―
Sooth, you have,
quoth I,
"And tears shall flow therefrom, I trow,
And they betimes shall dim with woe,
As the hard, hard years go by!"
That little bit of a woman cast
Her two eyes full on me,
And they smote me sore to my inmost core,
And they hold me slaved forevermore,―
Yet would I not be free!
That little bit of a woman's hands
Reached up into my breast
And rent apart my scoffing heart,―
And they buffet it still with such sweet art
As cannot be expressed.
That little bit of a woman's voice
Hath grown most wondrous dear;
Above the blare of all elsewhere
(An inspiration that mocks at care)
It riseth full and clear.
Dear one, I bless the subtle power
That makes me wholly thine;
And I'm proud to say that I bless the day
When a little woman wrought her way
Into this life of mine!
Index of Contents
FATHER'S WAY
TO MY MOTHER
KÖRNER'S BATTLE PRAYER
GOSLING STEW
CATULLUS TO LESBIA
JOHN SMITH
ST. MARTIN'S LANE
THE SINGING IN GOD'S-ACRE
DEAR OLD LONDON
CORSICAN LULLABY (Folk-Song)
THE CLINK OF THE ICE
BELLS OF NOTRE DAME
LOVER'S LANE, ST. JO
CRUMPETS AND TEA
AN IMITATION OF DR. WATTS
INTRY-MINTRY
MODJESKY AS CAMEEL
TELLING THE BEES
THE TEA-GOWN
DOCTORS
BARBARA
THE CAFÉ MOLINEAU
HOLLY AND IVY
THE BOLTONS, 22
DIBDIN'S GHOST
THE HAWTHORNE CHILDREN
THE BOTTLE AND THE BIRD
AN ECLOGUE FROM VIRGIL
PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE
ASHES ON THE SLIDE
THE LOST CUPID OF MOSCHUS
CHRISTMAS EVE
CARLSBAD
THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE
RED
JEWISH LULLABY
AT CHEYENNE
THE NAUGHTY DOLL
THE PNEUMOGASTRIC NERVE
TEENY-WEENY
TELKA
PLAINT OF A MISSOURI 'COON
ARMENIAN LULLABY
THE PARTRIDGE
CORINTHIAN HALL
THE RED, RED WEST
THE THREE KINGS OF COLOGNE
IPSWICH
BILL'S TENOR AND MY BASS
FIDUCIT (from the German)
THE ST. JO GAZETTE
IN AMSTERDAM
TO THE PASSING SAINT
THE FISHERMAN'S FEAST
NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT (Slumber Song)
THE ONION TART
GRANDMA'S BOMBAZINE
RARE ROAST BEEF
GANDERFEATHER'S GIFT
OLD TIMES, OLD FRIENDS, OLD LOVE
OUR WHIPPINGS
BION'S SONG OF EROS
MR. BILLINGS OF LOUISVILLE
POET AND KING
LYDIA DICK
LIZZIE
LITTLE HOMER'S SLATE
ALWAYS RIGHT
TROT, MY GOOD STEED
(Volkslied)
PROVIDENCE AND THE DOG
GETTIN' ON
THE SCHNELLEST ZUG
BETHLEHEM-TOWN
THE PEACE OF CHRISTMAS-TIME
DOINGS OF DELSARTE
BUTTERCUP, POPPY, FORGET-ME-NOT
EUGENE FIELD – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY
EUGENE FIELD – A CONCISE BIBILIOGRAPHY
FATHER'S WAY.
My father was no pessimist; he loved the things of earth,―
Its cheerfulness and sunshine, its music and its mirth.
He never sighed or moped around whenever things went wrong,―
I warrant me he'd mocked at fate with some defiant song;
But, being he warn't much on tune, when times looked sort o' blue,
He'd whistle softly to himself this only tune he knew,―
Now mother, when she heard that tune which father whistled so,
Would say, "There's something wrong to-day with Ephraim, I know;
He never tries to make believe he's happy that 'ere way
But that I'm certain as can be there's somethin' wrong to pay."
And so betimes, quite natural-like, to us observant youth
There seemed suggestion in that tune of deep, pathetic truth.
When Brother William joined the war, a lot of us went down
To see the gallant soldier boys right gayly out of town.
A-comin' home, poor mother cried as if her heart would break,
And all us children, too,―for hers, and not for William's sake!
But father, trudgin' on ahead, his hands behind him so,
Kept whistlin' to himself, so sort of solemn-like and low.
And when my oldest sister, Sue, was married and went West,
Seemed like it took the tuck right out of mother and the rest.
She was the sunlight in our home,―why, father used to say
It wouldn't seem like home at all if Sue should go away;
But when she went, a-leavin' us all sorrer and all tears,
Poor father whistled lonesome-like―and went to feed the steers.
When crops were bad, and other ills befell our homely lot,
He'd set of nights and try to act as if he minded not;
And when came death and bore away the one he worshipped so,
How vainly did his lips belie the heart benumbed with woe!
You see the telltale whistle told a mood he'd not admit,―
He'd always stopped his whistlin' when he thought we noticed it.
I'd like to see that stooping form and hoary head again,―
To see the honest, hearty smile that cheered his fellow-men.
Oh, could I kiss the kindly lips that spake no creature wrong,
And share the rapture of the heart that overflowed with song!
Oh, could I hear the little tune he whistled long ago,
When he did battle with the griefs he would not have us know!
TO MY MOTHER
How fair you are, my mother!
Ah, though 't is many a year
Since you were here,
Still do I see your beauteous face,
And with the glow
Of your dark eyes cometh a grace
Of long ago.
So gentle, too, my mother!
Just as of old, upon my brow,
Like benedictions now,
Falleth your dear hand's touch;
And still, as then,
A voice that glads me over-much
Cometh again,
My fair and gentle mother!
How you have loved me, mother,
I have not power to tell,
Knowing full well
That even in the rest above
It is your will
To watch and guard me with your love,
Loving me still.
And, as of old, my mother,
I am content to be a child,
By mother's love beguiled
From all these other charms;
So to the last
Within thy dear, protecting arms
Hold thou me fast,
My guardian angel, mother!
KÖRNER'S BATTLE PRAYER
Father, I cry to Thee!
Round me the billows of battle are pouring,
Round me the thunders of battle are roaring;
Father on high, hear Thou my cry,―
Father, oh, lead Thou me!
Father, oh, lead Thou me!
Lead me, o'er Death and its terrors victorious,―
See, I acknowledge Thy will as all-glorious;
Point Thou the way, lead where it may,―
God, I acknowledge Thee!
God, I acknowledge Thee!
As when the dead leaves of autumn whirl round me,
So, when the horrors of war would confound me,
Laugh I at fear, knowing Thee near,―
Father, oh, bless Thou me!
Father, oh, bless Thou me!
Living or dying, waking or sleeping,
Such as I am, I commit to Thy keeping:
Frail though I be, Lord, bless Thou me!
Father, I worship Thee!
Father, I worship Thee!
Not for the love of the riches that perish,
But for the freedom and justice we cherish,
Stand we or fall, blessing Thee, all―
God, I