A Little Book of Western Verse

by Eugene Field

Overview

Eugene Field (1850 - 1895) was an American writer best known for his children's poetry and humorous essays. He tried acting and studied law with little success. He then went on a six-month tour of Europe. Field eventually settled in Missouri as a journalist and editor. His articles were known for their humorous and gossipy style. He later moved to Chicago where he published over a dozen volumes of poetry and short stories. Some of the poems in the collection include Casey's table d'hote, Our Lady of the Mine, The conversazzhyony, Prof. Verb de Blaw, Marthy's Younkit, Old English lullaby, Lollyby, Lolly, Lollyby, Orkney lullaby, Lullaby; by the sea, Cornish lullaby, Norse lullaby, Sicilian lullaby, Japanese lullaby, Little croodlin doo, Dutch lullaby, Child and mother, Mediaeval eventide song, Christmas treasures, Christmas hymn, and Chrystmasse of olde.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9791041987375
Publisher:	Culturea
Publication date:	03/01/2024
Pages:	96
Product dimensions:	7.44(w) x 9.69(h) x 0.20(d)

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KRINKEN. JV"RINKEN was a little child, It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white arms out to him, Calling, "Sun-child, come to me; Let me warm my heart with thee!" But the child heard not the sea, Calling, yearning evermore For the summer on the shore. Krinken on the beach one day Saw a maiden Nis at play; On the pebbly beach she played In the summer Krinken made. Fair, and very fair, was she, Just a little child was he. " Krinken," said the maiden Nis, " Let me have a little kiss, Just a kiss, and go with me To the summer-lands that be Down within the silver sea." Krinken was a little child By the maiden Nis beguiled, Hand in hand with her went he, And 'twas summer in the sea. And the hoary sea and grim To its bosom folded him Clasped and kissed the little form, And the ocean's heart was warm. Now the sea calls out no more; It is winter on the shore, Winter where that little child Made sweet summer when he smiled; Though 't is summer on the sea Where with maiden Nis went he, Summer, summer evermore, It is winter on the shore, Winter, winter evermore. Of the summer on the deep Come sweet visions in my sleep: His fair face lifts from the sea, His dear voice calls out to me, These my dreams of summer be. Krinken was a little child, By the maiden Nis beguiled; Oft the hoary sea and grim Reached its longing arms to him, Crying, "Sun-child, come to me; Let me warm my heart with thee 1" But the sea calls out no more; It is winter on the shore, Winter, cold and dark and wild; Krinken was a little child, It was summer when he smiled; Down he went into the sea, And the winter bides with me. Just a little child was he. chapter{Section 4BERANGER'S"BROKEN FIDDLE." L rT'HERE, there, poor dog, my faithful f...