Eugene Field Sayings and Quotes

Below you will find our collection of inspirational, wise, and humorous old Eugene Field quotes, Eugene Field sayings, and Eugene Field proverbs, collected over the years from a variety of sources.

The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away. Eugene Field
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall / At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall. Eugene Field
Two dreams came down to earth one night. From the realm of mist and dew; one was a dream of the old, old days, and one was a dream of the new. Eugene Field
I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss / Way out into the big an' boundless west; / I'd kill the bears an' catamounts an' wolves I come across, / An' I'd pluck the bal' head eagle from his nest! / With my pistols at my side Eugene Field
It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy / That's sure to come this time o' year to every little boy; / For, every June, the Sunday-schools at picnics may be seen, / Where "fields beyont the swellin' floods stand dressed in livin' green"; / Where little girls are skeered to death with spiders, bugs, and ants, / An' little boys get grass-stains on their go-to meetin' pants. / It's June ag'in, an' with it all what happiness is mine - / There's goin' to be a picnic, an' I'm goin' to jine! Eugene Field
There's store of wealth / And more of health / In every glass, we think. / Clink, clink, clink! Eugene Field
You, blatant coward that you are, / Upon the helpless vent your spite. / Suppose you ply your trade on me; / Come, monkey with this bard, and see / How I'll repay your bark with bite! Eugene Field
In the market of Clare, so cheery the glare / Of the shops and the booths of the tradespeople there / That I take a delight on a Saturday night / In walking that way and in viewing the sight. Eugene Field
There was no water in my eyes, but my spirits were depressed / And my heart lay like a sodden, soggy doughnut in my breast. Eugene Field
To hear the sweet philosophy that trickles in and out / The while he is discoursing of the things we talk about; / A fountain-head refreshing--a clear, perennial spring / Is the genial conversation of John Lyle King! Eugene Field
To-day, fair This be, winsome girl! / Strays o'er the mead where daisies blow, / Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, / Laves in the cool, refreshing flow. Eugene Field
And here is the ring she gave me with love's sweet promise then. Eugene Field
How calm, how beauteous and how cool-- How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That in this quiet forest lies. Eugene Field
But down in Tennessee one night Ther' wuz sound uv firin' fur away, 'Nd the sergeant allowed ther' 'd be a fight With the Johnnie Rebs some time nex' day Eugene Field
A little peach in the orchard grew,--/ A little peach of emerald hue; / Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, / It grew. Eugene Field
Swing high and swing low / While the breezes they blow - / It's off for a sailor thy father would go; / And it's here in the harbor, in sight of the sea, / He hath left his wee babe with my song and with me: / Swing high and swing low / While the breezes they blow! Eugene Field
But I, when I undress me / Each night, upon my knees / Will ask the Lord to bless me / With apple-pie and cheese. Eugene Field
But first, before our mentor chimes / The hour of jubilee, / Let's drink a health to good old times, / And good times yet to be! Eugene Field
With big tin trumpet and little red drum, / Marching like soldiers, the children come! / It 's this way and that way they circle and file--- / My! but that music of theirs is fine! / This way and that way, and after a while / They march straight into this heart of mine! Eugene Field
Should a patron require you to paint a marine, / Would you work in some trees with their barks on? / When his strict orders are for a Japanese jar, / Would you give him a pitcher like Clarkson? / Now, this is my moral: Compose what you may, / And Fame will be ever far distant / Unless you combine with a simple design / A treatment in toto consistent. Eugene Field
And like a little birdling lie / Secure within thy cozy nest / Upon my loving mother breast, / And slumber to my lullaby. Eugene Field