Love-Songs of Childhood E-Book

Eugene Field

• Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

In "Love-Songs of Childhood," Eugene Field masterfully weaves together a collection of poems that celebrate the innocence and exuberance of childhood. Employing a lyrical style rich with vivid imagery and rhythmic cadence, Field's verses invite readers into the whimsical world of children, where imagination reigns supreme. The poems traverse various emotions, from joy and wonder to nostalgia and longing, reflecting the multifaceted experiences of childhood. Written during the late 19th century, a period marked by burgeoning interest in children's literature, this collection resonates with the transcendentalist themes of natural beauty and simplicity. Eugene Field, a prominent American writer and journalist, was often referred to as the "poet of childhood" for his heartfelt writings that echo the sentiments of youth. Having faced personal loss and grappling with the challenges of adulthood, Field found solace in the purity and simplicity of childhood experiences. His role as a father and his fascination with the whimsical nature of children significantly shaped his poetic voice, allowing him to navigate the complexities of life through the lens of youthful innocence. "Love-Songs of Childhood" is highly recommended for readers of all ages who seek to reconnect with the joys and simplicity of youth. Through Field's enchanting verses, readers are transported back to a time where imagination and wonder intertwine, making it a timeless anthology that will resonate across generations.

Leseprobe

Eugene Field

Love-Songs of Childhood

Published by Good Press, 2022

[email protected]

EAN 4057664611871

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THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

"BOOH!"

GARDEN AND CRADLE

THE NIGHT WIND

KISSING TIME

JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS

BEARD AND BABY

THE DINKEY BIRD

THE DRUM

THE DEAD BABE

THE HAPPY HOUSEHOLD

SO, SO, ROCK-A-BY SO!

THE SONG OF LUDDY-DUD

THE DUEL

GOOD-CHILDREN STREET

THE DELECTABLE BALLAD OF THE WALLER LOT

THE STORK

THE BOTTLE TREE

GOOGLY-GOO

THE BENCH-LEGGED FYCE

LITTLE MISS BRAG

THE HUMMING TOP

LADY BUTTON-EYES

THE RIDE TO BUMPVILLE

THE BROOK

PICNIC-TIME

SHUFFLE-SHOON AND AMBER-LOCKS

THE SHUT-EYE TRAIN

LITTLE-OH DEAR

THE FLY-AWAY HORSE

SWING HIGH AND SWING LOW

WHEN I WAS A BOY

AT PLAY

A VALENTINE

LITTLE ALL-ALONEY

SEEIN' THINGS

THE CUNNIN' LITTLE THING

THE DOLL'S WOOING

INSCRIPTION FOR MY LITTLE SON'S SILVER PLATE

FISHERMAN JIM'S KIDS

"FIDDLE-DEE-DEE"

OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY

THE ROCK-A-BY LADY

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The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing; comes creeping; The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet— She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet, When she findeth you sleeping! There is one little dream of a beautiful drum— "Rub-a-dub!" it goeth; There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum, And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum, And a trumpet that bloweth! And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams With laughter and singing; And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging! Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet? They'll come to you sleeping; So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet, For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street, With poppies that hang from her head to her feet, Comes stealing; comes creeping.

"BOOH!"

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On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap, And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap, In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face, And cautiously and quietly I move about the place; Then, with a cry, I suddenly expose my face to view, And you should hear him laugh and crow when I say "Booh"! Sometimes the rascal tries to make believe that he is scared, And really, when I first began, he stared, and stared, and stared; And then his under lip came out and farther out it came, Till mamma and the nurse agreed it was a "cruel shame"— But now what does that same wee, toddling, lisping baby do But laugh and kick his little heels when I say "Booh!" He laughs and kicks his little heels in rapturous glee, and then In shrill, despotic treble bids me "do it all aden!" And I—of course I do it; for, as his progenitor, It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I am for! And it is, oh, such fun I am sure that we shall rue The time when we are both too old to play the game "Booh!"

GARDEN AND CRADLE

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When our babe he goeth walking in his garden, Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play; The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him, As fareth he upon his kingly way; And birdlings of the wood to him Make music, gentle music, all the day, When our babe he goeth walking in his garden. When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle, Then the night it looketh ever sweetly down; The little stars are kind to him, The moon she hath a mind to him And layeth on his head a golden crown; And singeth then the wind to him A song, the gentle song of Bethlem-town, When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle.

THE NIGHT WIND

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