Eugene Field Quotes

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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.

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See the wasp. He has pretty yellow stripes around his body, and a darning needle in his tail. If you will pat the wasp upon the tail we will give you a nice picture book.

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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.

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Used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck-- It made no diff'rence how or when or where or why it struck; But sev'ral years ago I changt my mind, an' now proclaim That luck's a kind uv science--same as any other game.

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Some statesmen go to Congress and some go to jail. It is the same thing, after all.

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I'd like a stocking made for a giant, And a meeting house full of toys, Then I'd go out in a happy hunt For the poor little girls and boys; Up the street and down the street, And across and over the town, I'd search and find them everyone, Before the sun went down.

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What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.

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There is a glorious candor in an honest quart of wine,
A certain inspitation which I cannot well define.

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When one's all right, he's prone to spite The doctor's peaceful mission; But when he's sick, it's loud and quick He bawls for a physician.

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Reviewing Creston Clarke's King Lear:
He played the King as though under momentary apprehension that someone else was about to play the ace.

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Oh, you who've been a-fishing will indorse me
when I say
That it always is the biggest fish you catch that
gets away!

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All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

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But he who truly loves books loves all books alike, and not only this, but it grieves him that all other men do not share with him this noble passion. Verily, this is the most unselfish of loves!

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Not so, however, with books, for books cannot change. A thousand years hence they are what you find them to-day, speaking the same words, holding forth the same cheer, the same promise, the same comfort; always constant, laughing with those who laugh and weeping with those who weep.

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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.

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But I, when I undress me
Each night, upon my knees,
Will ask the Lord to bless me,
With apple pie and cheese.

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It always was the biggest fish I caught that got away.

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No matter what conditions,
Dyspeptic come to feaze,
The best of all physicians
Is apple pie and cheese!

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Let my temptation be a book, which I shall purchase, hold and keep.

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The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!"
And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!"
The air was littered, an hour or so,
With bits of gingham and calico.

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When I demanded of my friend what viands he preferred,
He quoth: "A large cold bottle, and a small hot bird!"

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Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

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No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.

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I feel a sort of yearnin' 'nd a chokin' in my throat
When I think of Red Hoss Mountain 'nd of Casey's table dote!

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Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!
Mighty glad I ain't a girl—ruther be a boy,
Without them sashes, curls, an' things that 's worn by Fauntleroy!
Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake—
Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!
'Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain't no flies on me,
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be!

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