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  1. Little Boy Blue" is a poem by Eugene Field about the death of a child, a sentimental but beloved theme in 19th-century poetry. Contrary to popular belief, the poem is not about the death of Field's son, who died several years after its publication.

  2. ‘Little Boy Blue’ by Eugene Field is a simple, emotional poem about a deceased child’s toys waiting for him to come to play with them again. The poem opens with a description of the waiting toys, which, over the years, have grown moldy and rusty.

  3. May 13, 2011 · Read, review and discuss the Little Boy Blue poem by Eugene Field on Poetry.com.

  4. Little Boy Blue. By Mother Goose. Little boy blue, Come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. But where is the boy. Who looks after the sheep?

  5. Little Boy Blue’ by Mother Goose is a classic rhyme of a dozing boy and his unwatched animals, mixing duty and dreams.

  6. Jan 14, 2019 · Little Boy Blue. by Eugene Field. 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 molds 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.

  7. eugene-field. Poems. 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 molds 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.

  8. Little Boy Blue by Eugene Field. 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 molds 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.

  9. Little Boy Blue. 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 molds 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.

  10. Little Boy Blue. by Eugene Field. 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 molds in his hands.

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