1850-1895, American Writer
A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.
Eugene Field – [Poetry and Poets]
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.
Eugene Field – [Joy]
Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.
Eugene Field – [Acting and Actors]