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Introduction
Conlon 3
Conlon 4
Conlon 5
Conlon 6
The Jabberwocky
By Lewis Caroll (1871), The Random House Book of Poetry for Children
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch
Conlon 7
The Tyger
By William Blake (1794)
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
Conlon 8
Conlon 9
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
the place where the sidewalk ends
Conlon 10
Dirty Face
By Shel Silverstein
Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremys shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than youve had in years.
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well!
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the
secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are
bent
On a shadowy something far away,
Where the river widens to meet the
bay,A line of black that bends and
floats
On the rising tide like a bridge of
boats.
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and
ride,
Booted and spurred, with a heavy
stride
On the opposite shore walked Paul
Revere.
Now he patted his horses side,
Now he gazed at the landscape far
and near,
Then, impetuous, stamped the
earth,
And turned and tightened his
saddle girth;
But mostly he watched with eager
search
The belfry tower of the Old North
Church,
As it rose above the graves on the
hill,
Lonely and spectral and Romber
and still.
And lo! As he looks, on the belfrys
height
A glimmer, and then a gleam of
light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle
he turns,
But lingers and gazes, till full on his
sight
A second lamp in the belfry burns.
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Conlon 16
hear
The hurrying hoof-beats of that
steed,
And the midnight message of Paul
Revere
At the Zoo
By William Makepeace Thackeray
First I saw the white bear, then I saw the black;
Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back;
Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw;
Then I saw the wombat waddle in the straw;
Then I saw the elephant a-waving of his trunk;
Then I saw the monkeysmercy, how unpleasantly they smelt!
Conlon 17
The Eagle
By Lord Alfred Tennyson (
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Conlon 18
Dream Variations
By Langston Hughes
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening . . .
A tall, slim tree . . .
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
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The Duel
By Eugene Field
The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I was nt there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)
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,
While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place
Up with its hands before its face,
For it always dreaded a family row!
(Now mind: Im only telling you
What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)
The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed, Oh, dear! What shall we do!
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,
Employing every tooth and claw
In the awfullest way you ever saw
And, oh! How the gingham and calico flew!
(Dont fancy I exaggerate
I got my news from the Chinese plate!)
Next morning, where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away!
But the truth about the cat and pup
Is this: they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!
(The old Dutch clock it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)
The End
By Mark Strand (1990), The Continuous Life
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When hes held by the seas roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that hell never go back.
When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what hell discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of cirrus
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.
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