This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: ...great applause As Fido, battling with the brook! But once--O most unhappy day For you, my brook!--Came Cousin Sam along that way; And, having lived a spell out West, Where creeks are n't counted much at best, He neither waded, swam, nor leapt, But, with superb indifference, stept Across that brook--our mighty brook! ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 Excerpt: ...great applause As Fido, battling with the brook! But once--O most unhappy day For you, my brook!--Came Cousin Sam along that way; And, having lived a spell out West, Where creeks are n't counted much at best, He neither waded, swam, nor leapt, But, with superb indifference, stept Across that brook--our mighty brook! Why do you scamper on your way, You little brook, When I come back to you to-day? Is it because you flee the grass That lunges at you as you pass, As if, in playful mood, it would Tickle the truant if it could, You chuckling brook--you saucy brook? Or is it you no longer know--You fickle brook--The honest friend of long ago? The years that kept us twain apart Have changed my face, but not my heart--Many and sore those years, and yet I fancied you could not forget That happy time, my playmate brook! Oh, sing again in artless glee, My little brook, The song you used to sing for me--The song that's lingered in my ears So soothingly these many years; My grief shall be forgotten when I hear your tranquil voice again And that sweet song, dear little brook! LITTLE MISTRESS SANS-MERCI Little Mistress Sans-Merci Fareth world-wide, fancy free: Trotteth cooing to and fro, And her cooing is command--Never ruled there yet, I trow, Mightier despot in the land. And my heart it lieth where Mistress Sans-Merci doth fare. Little Mistress Sans-Merci--She hath made a slave of me! "Go," she biddeth, and I go--"Come," and I am fain to come LONG AGO 241 Never mercy doth she show, Be she wroth or frolicsome, Yet am I content to be Slave to Mistress Sans-Mercil Little Mistress Sans-Merci Hath become so dear to me That I count as passing sweet All the pain her moods impart, And I bless the little feet That go trampling on my heart: Ah, how lonely life...
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Eugene Field isn't known as "The Children's Poet" for nothing. Although his name may not be widely recognized, some of his famous poems are: Wynken, Blynken, & Nod -- Little Boy Blue -- Pittpat and Tippytoe -- The Sugar Plum Tree -- The Duel. Who could forget "The Duel": The gingham dog and the callico cat, Side by side on the table sat, There was going to be a terrible spat! Next to Mother Goose, I'd recommend Mr. Field!
