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W E h ear mu c hy ab o ut th e den o wa d a
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N o o n e re ad s p o etry a ny m o re P o ets canno t m ak e a .

l ivin g . T he wo rld h as ceased to ex p res s its id eals i n

ve rs e . T h e n ovel a nd th e sh o rt sto ry rath e r than th e ,

e p ic o r th e lyric fu rn ish o u r in str u c ti o n an d ou r in s p ira

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tio n . T h e ma gazin e and th e n e ws p a p e r are ou r su b s t i

t u te fo r a l ibrary ; and th e s e p ri nt ve rs e s o n l y to fi l l o u t
a c ol u m n o r a p a g e In sh o rt w eare l ivin g i n a re fl e e
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tive a s cientific a p rose ag e S o w e

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L ike m o st g e n e ralizati o n s ab o ut th e c o m p l e x p h e
no m e na of m od e rn life this i s o nly partially tr u e
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E ve ry year bri n g s n e w vol u m es of d ramati c narrative , ,

and lyri c p o etry of hi g h m e rit Y e ats S yn g e a n d .

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s c o re s of oth e r nam e s c om e to m in d t o p ro ve t hat th e

g ift of s o n g h a s n ot fl e d the earth . N o r are th e old
p o ets fo rg otte n S ha k es p eare .Milto n W o rd s worth , , ,

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W ek now th at th ey are q u oted and c ite d th o u gh l e s s

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ostentatio u sly than by ou r g rands i r e s W ec ertainly re ad .

m o re p ro se than fo rm e r g e n e ratio n s and p oss ibly l es s , , ,

p o etry B u t we do still read p oetry and fe

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that we are s o m eh o w th e b ette r fo r it .

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ad ults o nly bu t th e c hild ren

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that child re n can e n ! oy p o etry and can find i n it th e
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hi gh e st ed u cati o nal val u e that this anth olo gy has be en

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c ompile d . A s s u ch an anth ol o gy sh ould it has in cl u de d ,

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th os e mi n o r clas si c s c om m o nly called old favo rite s ,

oth e r p oem s of equal o r g reate r m e rit that are les s well

kno wn a nd many of th e n e we r thin g s that by th e i r
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p iq u an cy of beauty o r h u m o r s e e m e ntitl e d to a p lac e

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i n ou r m e ntal treas u re h o u se
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anth ol o gy t hat it b rin g s to g eth e r betwe e n th e c ove rs

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of a small bo ok m any p re c iou s th in g s that a re wid ely

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hu nd red o r m o re p o e m s in this se rie s i n cl u din g nearly ,

all th e th eme s ex p res sin g n early all th e ideals and em o

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tio ns fo und in l ite rat u re a ffo rd a n ima g inative o u tl o ok

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s o c o mpact s o su g g e stive is p o etry
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P e rha p s
no syste m of g radin g p o etry fo r yo un g read
e rs can eve r be wh olly satisfa cto ry Many p o em s can .

n ot be g raded fo r th e s im p le rea s o n that they ap p eal

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to all a g e s W h o will say wh eth e r S e

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p l e as u re at th e a geof e i g ht o r ei g h te en o r twe nty
e i g ht ? Of c o u rs e th e re a re la rg e dividin g l ines : th e
n u rs e ry rim e s th e ve rs e s abo u t childh o od and fai ries
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best s u it o ne a g estorie s of ch ival ry an oth e r natu re

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p o etry and re fl e ctive o r el e g ia c p o etry ye t a n oth e r

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T h e g rad in g of th i s s e rie s r u ns al on g the s e broad l i nes .

H o w sh o u ld su c h an anth olo gy be u s ed ? O n eis

tem p ted to ans we r fl i ppa n t l y : with g o od taste and g o od
s en s e C e rtai nly it is n ot t o be read strai ght th rou gh
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with re mo rs el e s s c o ntin u ity O n ed o e s n t read p oe t ry

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s o ; o n e take s it in bits inte rs p e rs e s it b etwe e n oth e r

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readin g retu rn s to it a gain a nd again d i p s i n h e re and

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e m otio n s . It is n ot p o etry fo r us if it is arid, .

T h e teach e r can h el p of c o u rs e , . S o m eti m es , n ot al

ways sh e can make c om m e nts that le nd l i gh t and feel in g

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S o m etim e s ,
whe re n e c e s sa ry sh e ca n ask qu e stion s to
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p rovoke th ou ght and b rin g o ut th e m ean in g S o m e .

tim es she sh o uld s imply tell th e m e an in g A l ways he r .

fu nction is to s tim ulate s u gg e st g uid e b u t no t to , , ,

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ob stru ct th e sunli gh t of th e p oet s g e n ius ;
Th e re sh o uld be m u ch re adi n g al ou d by th e p u p il s .

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ance th ey sh o u ld r ead it so ; n ot sin g s on g fash ion n o r

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yet in th e bald and un rhyth mi c fashio n of p ros e .

F inally th e pupil s sh ould be l ed t o c om mit m u c h to

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me mo r y as m u ch as they can and will

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 A C K N OW L E D G M E N T S

TH E p o e ms by A l ic e Ca ry B re t H arte H en ry W ad s , ,

w o rth L on gfellow F rank D e m p s te r S h e rman E dm und

, ,

Cla ren c e S te dman a nd Ce lia T ha x te r are u s ed by p e r

,

m iss ion of and s p e c ial a rran g em ent W ith H o u g hto n

M i ffl i n C om p any th e a u th o rized publishe rs of th e wo rks
,

of th o s e a u th o rs . T h anks are al s o e xtende d t o T h e

C ent u ry Com p any fo r p e rm is s ion to us e “
Th e E l f and
”
th e D o rm o u s e by O live r H e rfo rd ; to T h e B obbs
,

”
Me rrill C om p a ny fo r L ittl e O r ph a n t A n nie by Jam e s ,

W h itc o mb R iley ; to T h e Macmillan C om p a ny fo r “

A
” ”
D re am L e s s on fro m “
T h e J in gl e B o ok by Ca rolyn
,

W ells ; to L ittle , B ro wn a nd C om p any fo r th e

, Non “

”
s e ns e R im e by L a u ra E R ic hard s ; to C harl e s S c r i b
, .

n e r s S o ns fo r th e p o em W ynken B lynke n and N od

’ ”
, , , ,

by E u ge ne F ield ; and to th e W hite S m ith M u s ic

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P ub

l i sh i n g C o .
, f or K e nt u c ky B abe .
TH E wo r ld i s S O f u ll o f a n u mb ef r o thi ngs
eweh e
,

I am sur s ou ld al l b as h a pp y as ki n gs .

R ob et L
r ou s ee
i St v n s on .

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 C O M E OU T T O P LAY
’
G I R L S and boys come out to play, ,

Th e
/
m is shining as bri h t as day
o on
g
Le ave yo u r s u pper and le ave yo u r sleep
, ,

An d yo m yo u r pl a
yfellows in the st reet
'

m
.

Co e with a whoop and come with a ca l l ,

Co
newith
l
/
/
a good will or not at all .

Up the ladder and down the wall ,

A halfpenny roll will serve us all .

’
Yo u fi n d milk and I ll find flo u r ,

An d we ll have a p u dding in half an ho u r

’
.

T I M E T O RI SE

A B IR D IE wi th a yellow b i ll
Hopped u pon the window sill -

Cocked his shi ning eye and said

“ ’
‘ 9’
Ain t you shamed yo u sleepy head
’
,

R OBE R T L OUI S S TE V ENS ON .

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 A FA RM E R W E N T RID I N G

A F AR M E R went riding upon his gray m are ’

B u mp e
ty ,
bump
bu e
'
mp t y ,
With his daughter behind h i m so rosy and fair , ,

e
L u mp t y , e
l u mp t y , lump '

”
A raven cried croak ! and they all t u mbled down ,

e
B u mp t y , e
b u mp t y , b u mp '

The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown ,

e
L u mp t y , l u mp e
ty ,
lump !

The m ischievous raven flew la u ghing away ,

e
B u mp t y , b u mp t y ,e bump !
And vowed he would serve them the same the ne x t day ,

e e
L u mp t y , l u m p t y , lump !

TH E LIO N AN D TH E U N I C O R N
TH E lion and the unicorn
Were fighting for the crown
The lion beat the u nicorn
All around the town .

Some gave them W hite b read ,

And some gave them b rown ;

Some gave them plum cake ,

An d dr u mmed them o u t of town .

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 WH E N G OOD KIN G A RTHUR

WH EN good King Arth u r ruled this land ,

He was a goodl y king ;

He stole three pecks of barley meal
To make a bag p u dding
-
.

A bag —puddin g the king did make ,

And stu ffed it well with pl u ms ;

And in it p u t great l u mps Of fat ,

As big as my two th u mbs .

The king and q u een did eat thereof ,

And noblemen beside ;

And what they co u ld not eat that night ,

The q u een next morning fried .

WH E N I W AS A B A CH ELO R
WH EN I was a bachelor I lived by myself ,

And all the bread and cheese I got I p u t u pon a S helf

,

The rats and the mice did lead me s u ch a life ,

I h ad t o go to London to get myself a wife .

The streets were so bad and the lanes were so narrow ,

I had to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow ;

The wheelbarrow broke my wife had a fall
, ,

D o wn t u mbled wheelbarrow little wife and all

,
.

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 S I N G A SO N G O F S I ! P E N C E

S I N G a song of sixpence ,

A pocket full of rye ;

Fo u r —and twenty blackbirds
-

B aked in a pie .

When the pie was opened

The b irds began to S ing ;
’
Wasn t that a dainty dish
To set before a king ?

The king was in his co u ntingho u se ,

Counting o u t his money ;

The q u een w as in the parlor ,

E ating b read and honey ;

The maid w as in the garden ,

Hanging out the clothes ,

D own flew a blackbird

And nipped Off her nose .
 B IRTHD AY S

M OND AY S child is fair of face

’

’
T u esday s chil d is f u ll of grace ;
’
We d nesday s child is full of woe ,

’
Th u rsday s child has far to go ;
’
Friday s child is loving and giving ,

’
Sat u rday s child works hard for its living ;
B u t the child that is born on the Sabb at h
Is blithe and merry and good and gay .

B O B B Y S H A FT O

B OBB Y S H AE TO S gone to sea

’
,

Silver b u ckles on his kn ee ,

’
He ll come back and marry me ,

Pretty B obby Shafto .

’
B obby S h aft o s fat and fair ,

Combing down his yellow hair .

He s my love for
’
eem
v r ai r ,

Pretty B obby Shafto .

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 P U SS YC AT RIM ES

P U SS Y CAT p u ssycat with a W hite foot

, ,

’
To —morrow s my wedding won t you come to
’
,

’
I ve cakes to bake and I ve beer to b rew
’
,

And p u ssycat p u ssycat what would yo u do ?

, ,

P U S S Y CAT mole j u mped over a coal ,

And in her best petticoat burnt a big hole .

’ ’
Poor p u ssy s weeping she ll get no more milk
,

’
Until her best petticoat s mended with silk .

’
WH O S that ringing at my doorbell ?
’ ’
I m a little pussycat and I m not very well .

Then rub your little nose with a little mutton fat ,

’
For that s the best thing for a little p u ssycat .

IV

P U SS Y CAT pussycat where have yo u been ?

, ,

’
I ve been to London to visit the queen .

Pussycat pussycat what did you there ?

, ,

I fri ghtened a little mouse under her chair .

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 TH E OLD W O MA N
’
TH E RE was an old woman as I ve heard tell , ,

She went to the market her eggs for to sell ;

She went to the market all on a market day ,

And Sh efell fast asleep on the ki ng s highway ’

.

Al ong came a pe dl er whose name it w as S to u t ,

He c u t her petticoats all ro u nd ab out ;
He cut her petticoats up to the knees ,

Which made the old woman to shiver and free ze .

When the little old woman began to awake ,

She b egan to shiver and she began to sh ake

, ;
She began to wonder and ,
Sh ebegan to cry
’
Lauk a daisy on me this can t be I ,
!

B u t if it be I as I hope it m ay be
, ,

’
I have a little dog at home and he l l know me ; ,

If it be I he will wag his little ta i l

,

And if it be not I he will bark and wail

,
.

Home went the old woman al l in the dark ,

Up got the little dog and he began to bark ;

,

He began to bark so she began to cry

, ,

“
Lauk a daisy on me this cannot be I , .

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WH E R E A R E Y O U G O I N G MY LITTLE C A T ? ,

”
W H E R E are you going ,
my little cat ?
I am going to town to get me a hat .

“
What ! A hat for a ca t !

A cat get a hat !

”
Who ever yet saw a cat with a hat ?
“ ”
Where are yo u going my little kittens ?
,

We are going to town to g t eu s some mittens .

“
What ! Mittens for kittens !

D o kittens wear mittens

Who e
ver saw little kittens with mittens ? ”

“ ”
Where are yo u going my little pig ? ,

I am going to town to get me a wig .

“
What ! A wi g for a pig !

A pig in a wig !

”
Who ever yet saw a pig in a wig ?
E L IZ A L E E F OL L EN .

CH OOSI N G A K I TT E N

A N OSED kitten will slumber all the day ;

B L ACK -

A white nosed kitten is ever glad to play ;

-

A yellow nosed kitten will answer to yo u r call ;

-

’
And a gray nosed kitten I wo u ldn t have at all
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.

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 “

THR EE W ELS HM E N

TH E R E were three j ovial Welshmen ,

As I have heard them say ,

And they wo ul d go a hunting

—

’
Upon St D avid s day
. .

Al l the day they h un ted ,

And nothing could they find
B u t a Ship a -
sailing ,

A -
sailing with the wind .

One said it was a Ship ,

The other he said nay ;

,

The third said it w as a ho u se ,

With the chimney blown away .

And all night they hunted ,

And nothing could they find

B u t the moon a -
gliding ,

A -
gliding with the wind .

One said it w as the moon ,

The other he said nay ;

,

The third said it was a cheese ,

And half of it cu t away .

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An d all the day they h u nted ,
And nothing co u ld e
th y fi
'

nd

B u t a hedgehog in a b ramble b u sh ,

And that they left behind .

The first said it was a hedgehog ,

The second he said nay ;

,

The third it was a pin c u shion ,

And the pins st u ck in wrong way .

An d all night they h u nted ,

And no thing co u ld they find
B u t an owl in a hollow t ree ,

An d that they left behind .

On esaid it was an owl ,

The other he said nay ;

,

’
The third said twas an ol d
Whose beard was gro wing

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 A FR O G H E W O UL D A—W OO I N G

A FR OG h e would a- wooing go ,

e
H i gh o , '

s ay s R oly

Whether his mother would let him or no ,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says Anthony

,
R oly !

So o ff he set in his coat and hat ,

Heigho says ,
R oly !

And on the way he met a rat ,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says Anthony

,
R oly !

”
Please Mr ,
. R at , will yo u go with me ?
Heigho says ,
R oly !
”
Good Mrs Mouse for to see ?
.

With a roly —poly gammon and Spinach , ,

Heigho says Anthony

,
R oly !

’
When they came to the door of the mousie s hole ,

Heigho says R oly !

,

They gave a lo u d knock and they gave a lo u d cal l

, ,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says Anthony R oly !

,

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“ ”
Please M rs Mouse are yo u within ?
,
.
,

Heigho says R oly !

,

Oh yes dear sirs I am sitt ing

, , , to spin ,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says Anthony

,
R oly !

Please Mrs M ouse will yo u give us some beer ?

,
.
,

Heigho s ays R oly !

,

For F ro ggy and I are fond of good cheer ,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says Anthony

,
R oly !

”
Please M r Frog will yo u give u s a song ?
,
.
,

Heigho says R oly !

,

’
B ut let it be something that s not very long ,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says An thony

,
R oly !

B ut whil e they were making a terrible din ,

Heigho says
,
R oly !

The cat and her kittens came t u mbling in ,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says Anthony R oly !

,

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The cat she sei zed Mr . R at by the crown ,

Heigho says
,
’
R oly
The kittens they pulled Mrs Mo u sie down .
,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says Anthony

,
R oly !

This p u t Mr Frog in a terrib l e fright

.
,

Heigho says
,
R oly !

He took u p his hat and he wished them good night ,

With a roly —poly gammon and spinach

, ,

Heigho says Anthony

,
R oly !

B u t as F r o ggy was crossing over a brook ,

Heigho says
,
R oly !

A lily white d u ck came and swallowed him up

-
,

With a roly poly gammon and spinach

-
, ,

Heigho says
,
R oly !

RAI N

TH E rain is raining all aro u nd ,

It falls on field and tree ,

I t rains on the u mbrel las here ,

And on the ships at sea .

R OBE R T L OU I S S TE VENS ON .

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Then John went up to the top of the hill ,

And he blew a blast both lo u d and shrill .

Says the Fox ,

That is fine music still ,

I d rather be o ff 0
’
to my den

e
So the Fox he hurried home to his den ,

To his dear little foxes eight nine t n , ,

.

“ ’ ’
Says he ,
We re in luck here s a big fat d u ck
,

With her legs dangling down behi nd O

Then the Fox sat down with his hungry wife ,

And they made a good meal witho u t fork or knife .

They never had a better time in all their life ,

And the little ones picked the bones O !

FI S HI N G

TH E finest biggest fish yo u see

, , ,

’
Will be the trout that s caught by
B u t if th emonster will not bite ,

’
Why then I ll hook a little mite
, .

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 TH E M OO N

OH , look at the moon ,

She is shining up there .

S ee mother she looks

, ,

L i ke a lamp in the air .

Las t week she wa s smaller ,

And shaped like a b OW ‘

’
B u t nOw She s grown bigger
’

And ro u nd like an O .

E L IZ A L E E F OL L EN .

SI N G I N G

OE speckl ed eggs the birdie sings ,

And nests among the trees ;

The sailor sings of ropes and thin gs
In ships upon the seas .

The children sing in far Japan ,

The ch i ldren sing in Spain ;

The organ with the organ man
IS singing in the rain .

R OB E R T L OU I S S T E V ENS ON .

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 ALL THI N G S B EA UTIFUL

AL L things bright and beau tif u l

All creatures great and small ,

All thi ngs wise and wonderful ,

The Lord God made them all .

E ach little flower that opens ,

E ach little bird that sings ,

He made their glowi ng colors ,

He made their tiny w mgs .

The p u rple headed mountain

-

The river r u nning by

, ,

The morning and the s u nset

,

That lightet h up the sky .

The tall trees in the greenwood ,

The pleasant summer sun ,

The ripe fru its in the garden ,

He made them every one .

He gave us eyes to see them ,

And lips that we might tell ,

How great is God Almighty ,

Who hath made all thi ngs well .

C E CI L F A L E ! . A ND E R .
TW I N KLE TW I N KLE LI TTLE S TA R
, ,

T WI N KL E twinkle little star

, ,
!

How I wonder what you are ,

Up above the world so high ,

Like a diamond in the sky .

When the glorio u s s u n is set

When the grass wi th dew is wet ,

Then yo u S how your little light ,

Twinkle ,
tw mkl eall
,
the night .

In the dark bl u e sky yo u keep

-
,

And often through my curtains peep ,

For yo u never S h u t your eye ,

Till the s u n is in the sky .

As yo u r b right and tiny Spark

G u ides the traveler in the dark ,

Tho u gh I know not what yo u are ,

Twi nkle t winkle little star

, ,
!

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 P R E TTY C OW

TH ANK you pretty cow that made

, ,

Pleasant milk to soak my bread ,

E very day and every night ,

Warm and fresh and sweet and white

, , , .

D o not chew the hemlock rank ,

Growing on the weedy bank ;

B u t the yellow cowslip eat ,

That will make i t very sweet .

Where the purple Violet grows ,

W here the bubbling water flows ,

Where the grass is fresh and fine ,

Pretty cow go there and di ne

, .

JANE TAY L OR .

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 TH E C OW

TH E friendly cow all red and white ,

I love with all my heart

She gives me cream with al l her might ,

T 0 eat with apple tart -

.

She wanders lowing here and there

, ,

And yet she cannot stray ,

All in the pleasant open a i r,

The pleasant light of day ;

An d blown by all the winds that pass ,

An d wet with all theS howers ,

She walks among the meadow grass ,

An d eats the meadow flowers .

R OBE R T L OU I S S TE V ENS ON .

TH E R E w as an old man who said ,

How
Shall I flee from this horrible cow ?
I will sit on this stile
And contin u e to smile ,

Which may soften the heart of the cow .

E D WARD L E AR .

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 LO N G TIM E A G O

ON CE there w a s a little Kitty ,

White as the snow ;
In a barn she u sed to frolic ,

Long timeago .

In the barn a little mo u sie

R an to and fro ,

For she heard the li ttle Kitty ,

Long time ago .

Tw o black eyes had little Kitty ,

B lack as a sloe
And they spied the little mo u sie ,

Long time ago .

Fo u r soft paws had little

Paws soft as snow ;
And they ca u ght the little mo u sie ,

Long time ago .

Nine pearl teeth had little Kitty ,

Al l in a row ;
And they bit the little mo u sie ,

Long time ago .

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 LI TTLE B I RD I E

WH AT does little birdie say ,

In her nest at peep of day ?

“ ”
Let me fly ,
says little birdie ,

“ ”
Mother let me fly away
,
.

B irdie rest a little longer

, ,

Till the little wings are stronger .

So she rests a little longer ,

Then she flies away .

What does little baby say ,

In her bed at peep of day ?

B aby says like little birdie
, ,

“
Let me rise and fly away .

B aby sleep a little longer

, ,

Till the little limbs are str onger .

If she sleeps a little longer ,

B aby too shall fly away

, ,
.

A L F R E D T ENNY S ON .

TH E R E was a young lady whose bonnet

Came untied when the birds sat u pon it .

Said she ,
I don t care ’
;
All the birds in the air
Ar ewelcome to sit on my bonnet .

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 TH E CHI L D A N D TH E F A IR IES

TH E woods are full of fairies !

The trees are all alive ;

The river overflows with them ,

S ee how they dip and dive !

What f u nny little fellows !

What dainty little dears !

They dance and leap and prance and peep

, ,

And u tter fairy cheers !

’
I d l i ke to tame a fairy ,

To keep it on a S helf ,

To see it wash its little face ,

And dress its little self .

’
I d teach it pretty manners
It always sho u ld say “
Please l ”
,

’
And then yo u know I d make it sew
, , ,

An d co u rtesy with its knees !

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 AN OL D R AT ’
S T ALE

H E w as a rat and she w as a rat

, ,

An d down in one hole they did dwe l l ;

l

An d both were as black as a witch s cat ,

’

And they loved each other well .

He had a tail and she had a tail ,

B oth long and c u rling and fine ;

An d each said ,Yo u rs is the finest tail
”
In the world excepting mine
,
.

He smelt the cheese and she smelt the che e

,
se ,

And they both pronounced it good ;

An d both remarked it wo u ld greatly add
To the charms of their daily food .

SO he vent u red o u t and she vent u red o u t

, ,

And I saw them go with pain ;

B ut what befell them I never can tell ,

For they never came back again .

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 O V E R I N TH E M EA D OW

OV E R in the meadow ,
In the sand in the s u n , ,

Lived an old mother toad

And her little toadie one .

”
Wi nk ! said the mother ;
I wink ,
”
said the one
So she winked and she blinked
In the sand in the s u n , .

Over in the meadow ,

Where the stream r u ns bl u e ,

Lived an old mother fish

And her little fishes two .

”
Swim ! said the mo t her ;
“
We swim ,
said the two
S o they swam and they leaped
Where the stream r u ns bl u e .

Over in the meadow

In a hole in a tree ,

Lived a m other bluebird

An d h elittle
r birdies three .

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 ”
Sing ! said the mother ;
“
We sing ,
said the three
SO they sang and were glad ,

In the hole in the tree .

Over in the meadow ,

In the reeds on the shore ,

Lived a mother muskrat

And her little ra t ti efo u r
s .

”
D ive ! said the mother ;
“
We dive ,
said the fo u r
S o they dived and they b u rrowed
In the reeds on the S hore .

Over in the meadow ,

In a sn u g beehive ,

Lived a mo ther honeybee

And her little honeys five .

B uzz said the mother

“
We buzz said the five
SO they buzzed and they hummed
In the snug b eehive .

Over in the meadow ,

In a nest b u ilt of sticks ,

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Lived a black mother crow
And her little crows six .

Caw said the mo ther ;

“
We caw , said the six
So they cawed and they cawed
In their nest built of sticks .

Over in the meadow ,

Where the grass is so even ,

Lived a gray mother cricket

And her little crickets seven
C hirp !
”
said the mother ;
”
We chirp ,
said the seven
So they chirped cheery notes
In the grass soft and even .

Over in the meadow ,

B y the old mossy gate ,

Lived a brown mother lizard

And her little lizards eight .

B ask l ” said the mother ;

“ ”
We bask ,
said the eight
S o they basked in the s u n
B y the old mossy gate .

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Over in the meadow ,

Where the clear pools shine ,

Lived a green mother frog

And her little froggies nine .

”
Croak said the mother ;
l

”
We croak said the nine ;
,

So they croaked and they splashed

, ,

Where the clear pools shine .

Over in the meadow ,

In a sly little den ,

Lived a gray mother spider

And her little spiders ten .

7)
Spin 1 said the mother ;
”
We spin ,
said the ten
So they sp u n lace webs
In their sly little den .

Over in the meadow ,

In the soft summer even ,

Lived a mother firefly

And her little flies eleven .

”
Shine ! said the mother ;
“
We shine ,
said the eleven
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 TH E OWL AN D TH E P U SS YCA T

TH E Ow l and the Pussycat went to sea

In a b eautiful pea —green boat .

They took some honey and plenty of money ,

Wrapped up in a fi v epound
-
note .

The Owl looked up to the stars above ,

An d sang to a small guitar ,

0 lovely Pussy ! 0 Pussy my love !

What a b eau t iful Pussy you are ,
—
you are !

”
What a beau t iful Pussy you are !

“
P ussy said to the Owl ,
You elegant fowl ,

How wonderfully sweet you sin g !

Oh ! let us be married too long ,
w ehave tarried ,

B ut wha t shall w edo for a ring ? ”

They sailed away for a year and a day

To the land where the bong tree grows ; -

And there in a wood a Piggy wig stood -

With a ring at the end of his nose ,

—
his nose ,

W ith a ring at the end of his nose .

D ear Pig are you willing to se l l for one shilling

,

” ”
Your ring ? Said the Pig gy ,
I will .

S o they took it away and were married next day

,

B y the T u rkey wh o lives on the hill .

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 They dined u p on mince and slices of quince ,

Which they ate with a runcible spoon ;

And hand in hand on the edge of the sand
,

They danced by the ligh t of the moon ,

the moon
They danced by the light of the moon
E D WAR D L E AR .

I L I K E L ITTLE P U SS Y

I LI K E little pussy , her coat is so warm !

An d if I don t h u rt her she ll do me no harm

’
,
’
.

’
So I ll not pull her tail nor drive her away
, ,

B u t pussy and I very gently will play ;

She shall sit by my side and I ll give her some food ;
,
’

An d she ll love me because I am gentle and good

’
.

’
I ll pat little pussy and then she will p u rr ,

And th us S ho w her thanks for my kindness to her ;

’
I ll not pinch her ears nor tread on her paws
,

, ,

Lest I sho u ld provoke her to use her S harp claws ;

I never will vex her n or make her displeased
, ,

’
For p ussy can t bear to be worried or teased .

J ANE T AY L OR .

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 WH E R E G O TH E B OAT S ?
D AR K brown is the river ,

Golden is the sand .

It flows along forever ,

With trees on either hand .

Green leaves a —fl o a t i n g ,

Castles of the foam ,

B oats of mine a- boating

Where will all come home ?

On goes the river ,

And ou t past the mill ,

Away down the valley ,

Away down the hill .

Away down the river ,

A hundred miles or more ,

Other little hildren

C

Shall bring my boats ashore .

R OBE R T L OU I S S TE V ENS ON .

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 P RI N C E FI N I K I N

PR I N C E F I NI K I N and his mamma

Sat sipping their b oh e; a
l

?)
Good gracio u s J said his Highness ,
why ,

What girl is this I see ?

Most certainly it cannot be
”
A native of our town ;
And he t u rned him round to his mamma ,

Who set her teacup down .

B l i t D olly simply looked at them ,

She did not speak a word ;
”
She has no voice ! said Finikin ;
“ ’ ”
It s really quite absurd .

F i n i ki n
’
Then s mamma observed ,

“
D ear Prince it seems to me , ,

’
She looks as if she d like to drink
”
A cup of my bohea .

S o Finikin po u red out her tea ,

And gave her c u rrant pie ;

“
Then Finikin said ,
D ear mamma ,

”
What a kind prince am I !
KAT E GR EENAWAY
a a ki n d o f t e
.

b oh e 1
a ,

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 TW O LI TTLE K ITT E N S

Tw o little kittens one stormy night

, ,

B egan to q u arrel and then to fight ;

On ehad a mouse and the other had none
, ,

And that was the w ay the quarrel begun .

! ’
I ll have that mouse ,
said the bigger cat .

”
!
’
You l l
’
have that mouse ! We ll see ab out that
”
I wi l l have that mouse ,
said the elder son .

!
’
You won t have t ha t mouse ,
said the little one .

’
As I told you befo r e ,
twas a stormy night ,

When these two little kittens began to fight ;

Then the old woman seized her sweeping broom ,

And swept the two kittens right out of the room .

Th eground was all covered with frost and snow ,

And the two little kittens had nowhere to go ;

SO they laid themselves down on a mat by the door ,

Wh il e the ang r y old woman w as sweeping the floor .

An d then they crept in as quiet as mice ,

Al l w e
t with snow and as cold as ice ;
For they found it was better that stormy night
, ,

To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight , .

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 Q U EE N M AB

A LI TT L E fairy comes at night ;

Her eyes are blue her hair is brown
, ,

W ith silver spots upon her wings ,

And from the moon she flutters down .

She has a little silver wand ,

And when a good child goes to bed ,

She waves her wand from right to left ,

And makes a circle round its head .

And then it dreams of pleasant things

Of fountains filled with fairy fish ,

An d trees that bear delicious fruit ,

And bow their branches at a wish ;

Of arbors filled with dainty scents

From lovely flowers that never fade ,

B right flies that glitter in the sun ,

And glow worms shining in the shade ;

-

And talking birds with gifted tong u es

For singing songs and telling tales ,

And pretty dwarfs to show the way

Through fairy hills and fairy dales .

TH OMA S H OOD .

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 WH O LI K ES TH E R A I N ?
“ ” “
I S AID the d u ck
,
I call i t f u n , ,

For I have my little red r u bbers on ;

They make a cunning three toed track -

In t h esoft cool mud Q u ack ! Q u ack

,
. ! Q u ack !
”

“ ”
I ,
cried the dandelion ,
I ,

My roots are thirsty my buds are dry ,

An d she lifted a t o w sl d yellow head e

O u t of her green and grassy bed .

’ ’ ”
I hope twill po u r ! I h ope twill po u r !

P u rred the tree toad at his gray back door ,

For wi th a b road leaf for a roof

, ,

”
I am perfectly weatherproof .

Sang the brook '

I la u gh at every drop ,

And wish they never need to sto p

Till a big big river I grew to be
, ,

And co u ld find my way ou t to the sea .

“ ”
I ,
sho u ted Ted ,
for I can r u n ,

With my high top b oots and my rain coat on

-

Through every puddl e and runle t and pool

”
That I find on my way to school .

C L ARA D OT Y B ATE S .

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 TH E RA GGLE TA G GLE GY P S I ES
,

TH E R E were three gypsies a— come to my door ,

And downstairs ran this lady ,

0 .

One sang high and another sang low ,

“
And the other sang B onnie B onnie B iskay
, ,
0 .

Then she p u lled o ff her silken gown ,

And p u t on hose of leather ,

0 .

With the ragged ragged rags about her door

,

She s o ff
’
with the R aggle , Taggle Gypsies O ,
.

’
Twas late last night when my lord came home ,

Inquiring fo r his lady o ,

.

The servants said on every hand ,

“ ’
She s gone with the R aggle , Taggle Gypsies 0 ,
.

Oh saddl e for me my milk white steed

,
-
,

Oh saddl e for me my pony

, ,
0,
That I may ride and seek my bride
’
Who s gone wi th the R aggle , Taggle Gypsies 0 ,
.

Oh he rode high and he rode low

, ,

He rode thro u gh woods and copses 0 , ,

Unt i l he came to an open field ,

And there he espied his lady O ,

.

5 8
 What makes yo u leave yo u r ho u se and lands ?
What makes you leave your money 0 ? ,

What makes yo u leave your new wedded lord -

To go with the R aggle , T aggle Gypsies ,

What care I for my house and lands ?

What care I for my money ,
0,
What care I for my new wedded lord ?-

’
Im Off with the R aggle , Taggle Gypsies 0 ,
.

Last night you slept on a goose feather bed -

,

With the sheet turned down so bravely O ,

.

To night you w i ll sleep in the cold open field

-
,

Along wi th the R aggle , Taggle Gyp sies ,

0 .

What care I for yo u r goose feather bed -

With the sheet turned down so bravely O ,

?

For to night I shall sleep in a cold open field

-
,

Al ong with the R aggle , Taggle Gypsies , 0 .

OL D F OL K S ON G .

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 A G OO D P LAY

WE built a ship u pon the stairs

All made of the back bedroo m chairs -

And filled it f u ll of sofa pil lows

To go a— sailing on the billows .

We took a saw and several nail s ,

And water in the n u rsery pails ;

“
And Tom said ,
Let us also take
An apple and a slice of cake
Which was enough for Tom and me
To go a -
sailing on till tea
,
.

We sail ed along for days and days ,

An d had the very best of plays ;

B ut Tom fell ou t and h u rt his knee ,

S o there w as no one left bu t me .

R OBE R T L OU I S S TE VENS ON .

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 TH E WI N D
I S AW you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky ;
And all around I heard you pass ,

’
Like ladies skirts across the grass
0 wind ,
a -
blowing all day long ,

0 W l n Cl , that sings so lou d a song !

I saw the di fferent things yo u did ,

B u t always you yourself yo u hid .

I felt yo u p u sh I heard yo u call, ,

I co u ld not see yourself at al l

0 w i nd a blowing all day long

,
-
,

0 wind that sings so loud a song

,
!

0 yo u that are so strong and cold !

0 blower are yo u young or

,
Ol d?
Are yo u a beast of field and tree ,

Or j u st a stronger child tha n me ?

0 wind ,
a -
blowing all day long ,

0 wind that s i ngs so loud a song

,
!

R OBE R T L OU I S S TE VENS ON .

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 THR EE B U G S
TH R EE little bugs in a basket ,

And har dl y room for two !

And one w as yellow and one

,
w as black ,

And one like me or you

,
.

The space w a s small no doubt for

, ,

B ut what should three bugs do ?

Three little bugs in a basket ,

And hardl y cr um bs for two !

And all were selfish in their hearts ,

The Same as I or you ;

So the strong ones said ,
We will eat the
’
And that is what we ll do .

Three little bugs in a basket ,

And the beds but two would hold '

S o they all three fell to quarreling ,

The white and black and the gold ;

, ,

And two of the bugs got under the rugs ,

And one was out in the cold !

S o he that was left in the basket ,

Without a crumb to chew ,

Or a thre ad to wrap himself withal ,

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When the W ind across him blew ,

P ul led one of the rugs from one of the bugs ,

And so the quarrel grew .

And so there w as w a r in the basket ,

’ ’
Oh pity tis
, ,
tis true !

B ut he that w a s frozen and starved at last

, ,

A strength from his weakness drew ,

And p ul led the rugs from both of th eb u gs ,

And k illed and ate them too !

Now when bugs live in a basket ,

Though more than it well can hold ,

It seems to me they had better agree ,

The white and the black and the gold

, ,

And share what comes of the beds and the cr umbs ,

And l eave no b u g in the cold !

A L I CE C AR Y .
 L ITTLE GU S T AVA

L I TT L E G u stava sits in the s u n ,

S afe in the porch and the little drops r u n

,

From the icicles under the eaves so fast ,

For the bright spring s u n S hines warm at last ,

And glad is little G u stava .

She wears a qu aint little scarlet cap ,

And a little green bowl she holds in her lap ,

Filled with bread and milk to the brim ,

And a wreath of marigolds ro u nd the rim

“ ”
Ha ! ha ! la u ghs little Gustava .

Up comes her little gray coaxing cat

’ ”
With her little pink nose and she mews , ,
What s that ?
Gustava feeds her she begs for more ; ,

And a little brown hen walks in at the door '

“ ”
Good day ! cries little Gustava .

She scatters crumbs for the little brown hen .

There comes a rush and a flu tter and then

.

D own fly her little white doves so sweet ,

With their snowy wings and crimson feet

“ ”
Welcome ! cries little Gustava .

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Kitty and terrier biddy and doves
, ,

All things harmless G u stava loves .

’
The shy kind creatures tis j oy to feed
, ,

And oh her breakfast is sweet indeed

, ,

To happy little G u stava !

C E L I A TH A! T E R .

FR O G S A T S CH OOL
TWEN TY froggies went to school
D own beside a rushy pool ,

Twenty little coats of green ;

Twenty vests all ,
White and clean .

“ ’
We must be in time ,
said they
First w estudy ,
then we play :

That is how we keep t he rule ,

When w efroggies go to school .

Master B ullfrog grave and stern

, ,

Called the classes in their turn ;

Taught them how to nobly strive ,

Likewise how to leap and dive ;

From his seat upon the log ,

Showed them how to say Ker chog -

Also h ow to dodge a blow

F rom the sticks that bad boys throw .

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 Twenty froggies grew up fast ;
B u llfrogs they became at last ;
Not one dunce among the lot ;
Not one lesson they forgot ;
Polished in a high degree ,

ASeach froggie ought to be ,

Now they sit on other logs ,

Teaching other little frogs .

WI N D Y N I GHT S
WH ENE VE R the moon and stars are set ,

Whenever the wind is high ,

Al l night long in the dark and wet ,

A man goes riding by .

Late in the night when the fires are o u t ,

Why does he gallop and gallop about ?

Whenever the trees are crying alo u d ,

And ships are tossed at sea ,

B y on t h ehi ghway low and lo u d

, , ,

B y at the gallop goes he .

B y at the gallop he goes and then

,

B y he comes back at the gallop again .

R OBE R T L OU I S S TE VENS ON .

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WH E R E DO ALL TH E D A I S I ES G O ?
WH E RE do all the daisies go ?
I know I know,
!

Underneath the snow they creep ,

Nod their little heads and sleep ,

In the springtime out they peep ;

That is where they go !

Where do al l the birdies go ?

I know I know,
!

Far away from winter snow ,

To the far warm south they go ;

,

Where they stay till daisies blow ,

That is where they go !

Where do a ll the babies go ?

I know I know !
,

In the glancing fi r e
l i gh t warm ,

Safely sheltered from all harm ,

Soft they lie on mother s arm ’

,

That is where they go !

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 OL D D AM E C RI C K E T
OLD D ame Cricket down in a thicket
, ,

B ro u ght up her children nine ,

Queer lit t le chaps in glossy black caps

,

And brown li ttle suits so fine .

“ ”
My children ,
she said ,

The birds areabed

GO and make the dark et h gl ad !
'

e
ar

”
Chirp whil yo u can !

And then she began ,

Till oh wha t a concert they had

, ,
!

They hop p ed wi th deligh t

They chirped all nigh t ,

Singing Cheer up ! cheer u p ! cheer l ”

,

Old D ame Cricket ,

D own in the thicke t

Sat awake till dawn to hear .

“
Nice children ,
”
Sh esaid ,

And very well bred .

My darlings have done their best .

Their naps they must take :

The birds are awake ;

And they can sing all the rest .

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TH E CITY M O U SE AN D TH E GA RD E N M OU SE
TH E city mouse lives in a house ;
The ga r den mouse lives in a bower ,

’
He s frien dl y with the frogs and toads ,

And sees the pretty plants in flower .

The city mouse eats bread and cheese

The garden mouse eats what he can ;
We will not grudge him seeds and stocks ,

Poor little timid furry man

,
.

C H R I S T I NA G . R O SSE TT I .

TH E R O B I N

WHEN f ather takes his spade t o dig ,

Then R obin comes along .

He S it s upon a lit t le twig ,

And sings a little song .

Or if the trees are rather far

, ,

He does not stay alone ,

B u t comes up close to where we are ,

And bobs upon a stone .

LAU R EN CE A L M A TAD E MA -
.

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 TH E U N SEE N P LAYM AT E
WH EN chil dren are playi ng alone on the green ,

In comes the playmate that never w as seen .

When children are happy and lonely and good ,

The Friend of the Children comes o u t of the wood .

Nobody heard him and nobo dy saw ,

His is a picture you never could draw ,

’
B ut he s sure to be present abroad or at home , ,

When children are happy and playing alone .

He lies in the laurels he runs on the grass

, ,

He sings when you tinkle the musical glass ;

’
Whene er yo u are happy and cannot tell why ,

The Friend of the Children is s u re to be by !

Heloves to be little he hates to be big

, ,

’
Tis he that inhabits the caves that you dig ;
’
Tis he when yo u play with your soldiers of tin
That sides with the Frenchmen and never can
.
-
win .

o ff
’
Tis he when at night you go
,
to yo u r bed ,

B ids you go to S leep and not trouble yo u r head

’
For wherever they re lying in cupboard or shelf
, ,

’
Tis he will take care of your playthings himself !
R OBE R T L OU I S S T E V ENS ON .

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 TH E W O N D E RFUL W O RL D
GR E AT wi de beau tiful wonderful World ;
, , ,

With the wonderful water ro u nd yo u curled ,

An d the wonderful grass upon you r breast ,

World you are beau tifully dressed

,
.

The wonderful air is over me ,

And the wonderful wind 15 shaking the tree ,

It walks on the water and whirls the mills

, ,

And talks to i tself on the top of the hills .

Yo u friendly E arth ! how far do you go

With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that fl ow ,
With cities and gardens and cli ffs and isles , ,

And people u pon you for thousands of miles ?

Ah ! you are so great and I am so small

, ,

I tremble to think of you World at all ; , ,

And yet when I said my prayers to —day

, , ,

A whisper inside me seemed to say

Yo u are more than the E arth , tho u gh yo u are s u ch a dot
”
Yo u can love and think and the ,
E arth cannot !
W B . . R AN D S .
 GAEL I C L U LLA B Y

e
H U SH ! the waves are rolling in ,

White with foam whi t ,

with foam ;
Father toils amid the din ;
B ut baby sleeps at home .

Hush ! the winds roar hoarse and deep ,

On they come on they come

,
!

B rother seeks the wandering shee p ;

B ut baby Sleeps at home .

’ 1
Hush ! the rain sweeps o er the knowes ,

Where they roam where they roam ;

,

Sister goes to seek the cows ;

B ut baby sleeps at home .

A CHI L D S G RA C E ’

S OM E hae meat and canna eat ,

And some wad eat that want it ;

B u t we hae meat and we can eat ,

And sae the Lord be t h an k i t .

R OB E R T B U R NS .

1
K no w el s, ow h l il s .

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 CHIL D S E V E N I N G HYM N
’

No w the day is over ,

Nigh t is drawing nigh ,

Shadows of the evening

S teal across the S ky .

Now the darkness gathers ,

S tars begin to peep .

B irds and beasts and fl owers

, ,

S oon will b e asleep .

Jes u give the weary

,

Calm and swee t repose ;

With Thy t ed et blessing
n
’
r s

May mine eyelids close .

Gran t to little children

V isions bright of Thee ;
G u ard the sailors tossing
On th edeep blue sea .

Comfort every su fferer

Watching late in pain ;
Those wh o plan some evil ,

From their sin restrain .

7S
Thro u gh the long night watches
May Th ine angels spread
Their white wings above me ,

Watching round my bed .

When the morning wakens ,

Then may I arise ,

P u re and fresh and sinless

In Thy holy eyes .

S B AR I N G G OU LD
.
-
.

—
GOOD NI GHT

G OOD N I GH T
-
Good nigh t -

Far fli es the light

’
B u t sti ll God s love
Shall flame above ,

Making al l bright .

Good night
-
Goo d night -
TH E w o rld
’
eh
s a v ry a pp y pl a ce
Wh e ve
,

re e r y c hi ld s h o ul d d a n c eand s i n g,

An d a l w a y s h a ve a s mi li n g f a c e

An d n e ve
,

r s ul k fo r a n y t h i n g

e
.

Ga bri l
 WHA T TH E W I N D S B R I N G

WH I CH is the wind that brings the cold ?

The North Wind Freddie and all the snow
, , ,

An d the sheep will scamper into the fold ,

When the North begins to blow .

Which is the wind that brings the hea t ?

The South Wind Katy ; and corn will grow
, ,

And peaches redden for yo u to eat ,

When the S o u th begins to blow .

Which is the wind that brings the rain ?

The E ast Wind Arty ; and farmers know
,

That cows come shivering up the lane ,

When the E ast begins to blow .

Wh ich is the w ind that brings the flowers ?

The West Wind B essy ; and soft and low
,

The birdies sing in t h esummer ho u rs ,

When the West begins to blow .

E D M U ND C L AR EN C E S T E D MAN .

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 F O R E I G N CHI LD R E N

L I TT L E I n dian Sioux or Crow

, ,

Little fros t y E skimo ,

Little Turk or Japanee ,

Oh ! d On t you wish that yo u were me ?

’

You have seen the scarlet trees

And the lions over seas ;
You have eaten ostrich eggs ,

And turned the turtles o ff their legs .

Such a life is very fine ,

B u t it s not so nice as mine

’

Yo u must often as you trod

, ,

Have wearied n ot to be abroad .

Y ou have curious things to eat ,

I am fed on proper meat ;

You must dwell beyond the foam ,

B ut I am safe and live at home .

Little Indian Sioux or Crow

,

Little frosty E skimo

Little Turk or Japanee ,

’
Oh ! don t you wish that yo u were me ?
R OBE R T L OU I S S T E VENS ON .

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And often while I m drea ming so
,
’
,

Across the sky the moon w i ll go .

She is a lady sweet and fair ,

Who comes to gather daisies there .

For when at morning I arise

, ,

There s not a star left in the ski es ;

’

She s picked them al l and dropped them

’

Into the mea dows of the town .

F R AN K D E MP S T E R S H E R MAN .

TH E M A N I N TH E M OO N

TH E Man in Moon as h e r sails the

Is a very remar able skipper .

B u t he made a mistake
W hen he tried to take
A drink of milk from the D ipper .

He dipped right into the Milky Way

And slowly and carefully fil l ed it .

The B ig B ear growl ed

And the Li ttle B ear howled
And scared him so that he spilled it .

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 e
T O P S Y TURVY W O R L D
IF the b u tterfly court d the bee ,

And the owl the porcupine ;

If ch u rches were built in the sea ,

And three times one was nine ;

If the pony rode his master ,

If the b u ttercups ate the cows ,

If the cats had the dire disaster

To be worried sir by the mo u se ;
, ,

If mamma sir sold the ba by

, ,

To a gy psy for half a crown ;

If a gentleman sir was a lady
, , ,

The world would be upside down -

!
If any or all of these wonders
Sho ul d ever come about ,

I sho u ld not consider them blunders ,

For I sho u ld be i nside —out .

W I L L IA M B . R AND S .

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 WH E N

WH EN cherries grow on apples trees ,

And ki ttens wear lace caps ,

And boys their sisters n e

Vetease
r ,

And bears wear woolen wraps ;

When al l the n u rsery dolls and

B egin to dance and p lay ,
Then little girls and little boys
May lie in bed al l day .

When donkeys learn to si ng and dance ,

When pigs talk politics ,

When London is a town of France ,

When two and two make six ,

When drops of rain are real pearls ,

When coal is clear and white ,

Then little boys and little girls

M ay sit u p late at ni ght .

C L IF TON B IN GH AM .

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 TH E B L U E B IRD

I KN OW the song that the bluebird is S inging ,

O u t in the apple tree where he is swinging ,

B rave little fellow ! the skies may be dreary ,

Nothing cares he while his heart is so chee ry .

how the m u sic leaps o u t from his throat !

was there ever so merry a note ?
’ ’
awhile and you ll hear what he s saying
, ,

the apple tree s w inging and swaying :

,

D ear little blossoms down u nder the snow

, ,

Yo u m u st be wea ry of winter I know ; ,

Hark ! while I sing yo u a message of cheer ,

S u mmer is coming and springtime is here !

Little whi te snowdro p I p ray yo u arise ;

,

B right yellow croc u s come o p en yo u r eyes ;

, ,

Sweet little violets hid from the cold ,

Put on yo u r mantles of purple and gold ;

D a ffodils da ffodils
,
! say do you hear ?
,

S u mmer is coming and springtime is here l ”

,

E MI L Y H U N T I N G T ON M I L L E R .

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 I N DI A N L U LLA B Y

R OC K -
A B Y,
-
hush —a —b y little papoose
, ,

Th estars
come into the sky ;
The whippoor will s crying the daylight is dying
’
, ,

The river runs murmuring by .

The pine trees are slumbering little papoose , ,

Th esquirrel has gone to his nest ;

’
The robins are sleeping the mother bird s keeping ,

The little ones warm with her breast .

The roebuck is dreaming my little papoose , ,

His mate lies asleep at his side ;

The breezes are pining the moonbeams are shining
,

All over the prairie wide .

Then hush -
a -
by, rock -
a -
by, li t tle papoose ,

You sail on the river of dreams ;

D ear Manitou loves you and watches above yo u ;

Till time when the morning light gleams .

C H AR L E S M YALL .

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 S W EE T AN D LOW
S WEE T and low sweet and low
, ,

Wind of the western sea ,

Low low breathe and blow

, , ,

Wind of the western sea !

Over the rolling waters go ,

Come from the dying moon and blow ,

Blow him again to me ;

While my little one while m v pretty one sleeps
,
.

Sleep and rest Sleep and rest

, ,

Father wi l l come to thee soon ;

’
R est , rest on mother s breast
, ,

Father wi l l come to thee soon ;

Father will come to his babe in the nest ;
Silver sails all o u t of the west ,

Under the Si lver moon

Sleep my little one sleep my pretty one sleep
, , , ,
.

A L F R E D T ENN Y S ON .
 TH E W AY TH E M O R N I N G D AW N S
TH I S is the w ay the morning dawns :

R osy tints on flowers and trees ,

Winds that wake the birds and bees ,

D ewdrops on the fields and lawns

This is the w ay the morning dawns

This is the w ay the s u n comes u p

Gold on b rook and glossy leaves ,

Mist that mel ts above the sheaves ,

V ine , and rose and buttercup

,

This is the w ay the s u n comes u p .

This is the w ay the river flows

Here a whirl and there a dance ; ’

Slowly now then like a lance ;

,

Swiftly to the sea i t goes

Thi s is the w ay the river fl ows .

This is the w ay the ra i n comes down

Tinkle tinkle dro p by drop
, , ,

Over roof and chimney top ;

B o u ghs that bend and skies that frown
,

This is the w ay the rain comes down .

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 Over the river and through the wood
’
Now grandmother s cap I spy !
H u rrah for the f u n ! Is the p u dding done ?
H u rrah for the pumpkin pie
L Y D IA M AR IA CH I L D .

LA DY M OO N
”
L AD Y M OON Lady Moon where are yo u roving ? ,

“ ”
Over the sea .

”
Lady Moon Lady Moon W hom are yo u l oving ?
, ,

“
Al l that love me .

Ar eyou not tired with rolli ng and never

R esting to sleep ?
Wh y look so pale and so sad as forever ,

”
Wishing to weep ?

Ask me not this little child if yo u love me ;

, ,

You are too bold

I must obey my dear Father above me ,

’
And do as I m told .

”
Lady Moon Lady Moon where are yo u roving ?
, ,

“ ”
Over the sea .

”
Lady Moon Lady Moon whom are you loving ?
, ,

“
Al l that love me .

L ORD H OU GH T ON .

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 SE V E N TIM ES O N E
’
TH E R E S no d w e left on the daisies and clover ,

’
There s no rain left in heave n ;
’ “ ”
I ve said my seven times over and ove r
Seven times one are seven .

I am old ! so old I can write a letter

, ,

My birthday lessons are done

The lambs play always they know no ,
Letter ;
They are only one times one .

0 moon ! in the night I have seen yo u sailing

An d
S hining so round and low ;
Yo u were bright ah bright but yo u r li ght is failing ;
Yo u are nothing now but a bow .

Yo u moon have yo u done something wrong in heaven

, ,

That God has hidden your face ?

I hope if you have yo u will soon b eforgiven ,

And shine again in your place .

’
0 velvet bee yo u re a dusty fellow
, ,

’
Yo u ve powdered yo u r legs with gold !

0 brave marsh maryb u ds ,

rich and yellow !

Give me your money to hold .

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O col u mbine , open your folded wrapper
Where t wo twin turtle doves dwell
-
;
O c uckoopint
‘

! toll me the purple clapper ,

That hangs in your clear green be l l ,

.

And show me your nest with the yo u ng ones

I wi ll not steal them away ;
I am old ! you may trust me linnet linnet , , ,

I am seven times one to day - !

J E AN I N GE L OW .

R O M AN C E
I S AW a ship a- sailing ,

A-
sailing on the sea ;
Her masts were of the shining gold ,

Her deck of ivory ;

An d sails of silk , as soft as milk ,
And silvern shrouds had she .

An d round abou t her sailing ,

The sea was sparkling white ,

Th ewaves all clapped their hands and sang

To see so fair a sight .

Th ey kissed her t w ice they kissed her thrice ,

,

An d m u rmured with delight .

Then came the gallant captain ,

And stood upon the deck ;

In velvet coat and ru ffles whi te
, ,

Witho u t a spot or speck ;

And diamond rings and triple strings
,

Of pearls around his neck .

And four and twenty sailors

- -

Were round him bowing low ;

'

On every j acket three times three

Gold b u ttons in a row ;
And c u tlasses down to their knees ;
They made a goodly show .

An d then the ship went sailing ,

A
’
-
sailing o er the sea ;
She dived beyond the setting sun ,

B u t never back came she ,

For she fo u nd the lands of the golden sands ,

Where the pearls and diamonds be .

G AB R I E L S E TO U N .

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 LA D Y B IRD

LAD YB I RD ! Ladybird ! fly away home ;

The field mouse is gone to her nest ,

The daisies have sh u t up their sleepy red eyes ,

And the birds and the bees are at rest .

Ladybird ! Ladybird ! fly away home ;

The gloww orm is light i ng her lamp ,

’
The dew s fallin g fast and yo u r fine speckled wings
, ,

1
Will fl ag with the close clinging damp
-
.

Ladybird ! Ladybird ! fly away home ;

To yo u r house in the old wi l low tree ,

Where yo u r chil dren so dear have invited the ant

And a few cozy neighbors to tea

Ladybird ! Ladybird ! fly away home ;

The fairy bells tinkle afar ;
’
Make haste or they ll catch yo u and harness yo u fast
,
‘

With a cobweb to Oberon s car

2 ’
.

C AR OL I NE B S OU TH E Y . .

1
fl ag : dr oop .
2
Ob e
ro n : Ki ng of th ef i i e
a r s .

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 TH E F A IRI ES

U P the airy mo u ntain ,

D own the rushy glen ,

’
We daren t go a -
hunting
For fear of little men ;

Wee folk good folk

, ,

Trooping all together ;

Green j acket red cap
, ,

’
And white owl s feather !

D own along the rocky shore

Some make their home ;
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yel low tide foam !

Some in the reeds

Of the black mo u ntain lake ,

With frogs for their watchdogs ,

Al l night awake .

High on the hilltop

The old King sits ;
He is now s o old and gray ,

’
He s nigh los t his wits .

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With a bridge of white mist
Col um b ki l l he crosses ,

On his stately j ourneys

From S l i e
vele
a gu eto R osses

Or going up with music

On col d s tarry nights ,

To sup with the Queen

Of the gay Northern Lights .

They stole little B ridget

For seven years long ;
When she came down again ,

Her friends were all gone .

They took her lightly back ,

B etween the night and morrow ;

They tho u ght that she was fast asleep ,

B u t she w as dead with sorrow .

They have kept her ever

D eep within the lake ,

On a bed of flag leaves ,

Watching t i ll she wake .

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The old moon la u ghed and sang a song ,

As they rocked in the wooden shoe ;

And the wind that sped them all night long ’

R u ffled the waves of dew .

The little stars were the herring -

fi sh

That lived in the beautif ul sea ;

Now cast your nets wherever yo u wish .

Never afeard are w e! ”

So cried the stars t o the fishermen three ;

Wyn ken ,

B lynken ,

And Nod .

All night long their nets they threw

To the stars in the twin kling foam ,

Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe ,

B ringing the fishermen home

’
Twas al l so pretty a sail it seemed
,

As if it co ul d not be ;
’ ’
And some folk thought twas a dream they d dreamed
Of sailing that beautif ul sea ;
B ut I shall name you the fishermen three
Wynken ,

Blynken ,

And Nod .

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Wyn ken and Blynken are t w o little eyes ,

And Nod is a little head

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a w e
eone s tr u n dl e —bed ;
’

So S hut your eyes while mother sings

Of wonderf u l sights that be ,

And yo u shall see the beautif ul things

As yo u rock on the misty sea
Where the old S hoe rocked the fishermen
Wynken ,

B lynken ,

And Nod .

E U GENE F I E LD .

MR N O B O D Y
.

I K NOW a funny little man ,

As quiet as a mouse
Who does the mischief that
’
In everybody s ho u se !

’
There s no one ever sees his face ,

And yet we all agree

That every plate w ebreak was cracked
B y Mr Nobody
. .
’
Tis he wh o always tears our books ,

W ho leaves the door aj ar ,

He pulls the buttons from our S hirts ,

And scatters pins afar ;

Tha t squeaking d oor will always squeak ,

’
For prithee don t you see
, , ,

We leave the oiling to be done

B y M r Nobody
. .

He puts damp wood upon the fire

That kettles cannot boil ;
His are the feet that bring in m u d ,

And all the carpets soil .

The finger marks upon the door

By n one of us are made '

W e never leav ethe blinds unclosed

To let the curtains fade .

The ink w enever sp i ll ; the boots

T hat lying round you see
Are not our boots ; they all belong
To Mr Nobody . .

I OO
 L ITTLE GIR LS

IF no one ever marries me ,

’
And I don t see why they sho ul d ,

’
For nurse says I m not pretty ,

’
And I m seldom very good

If no one ever marries m e

’
I shan t mind very m u ch ,

I shal l buy a s quirrel in a cage ,

And a little rabbit hutch ;

I shall have a cottage near a woo d

And a pony all my own ,

And a little lamb quite clean and tame

, ,

That I can take to town

An d when I m getting really old ,

’

At twenty eight or
— ni ne
I shall buy a little orphan girl
And bring her up as mine .

L AUR EN C E A L MA TAD E M A -

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 A N A UTI C AL B ALLA D

A CA P I TAL S hip for an ocean trip ,

Was the Walloping Window Blind -

.

No gale that blew dismayed her crew ,

’
’
Nor tro u bled the captain s mind .

The man at the wheel was taught to feel

Contempt for the wildest blow ;
And it often appeared when the weather cleared
He had been in his bunk below .

’
The boatswain s mate w as very sedate ,

e
Yet fond of am u sement too ;
An d he play d hopscotch with the starboard watch ,
W h il e the captain tickled the crew .

An d the g u nner we had w as apparently mad ,

For he sat on the after rail -

’
And fired sal u tes with the cap t ain s boots
In the teeth of the booming gale .

’
The captain sat on the commodore s hat ,

And dined in a royal w ay ,

Off toasted pigs and pickles and figs

And g u nnery bread each day .

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The cook w as D utch and behaved as s u ch ,

For the di et he gave the crew ,

Was a n u mber of tons of hot cross b u ns -

Served up with sugar and glue .

All na u tical pride we laid aside ,

e
And we cast our vessel ashore
On t h Gul l i b y Isles where the Poo Poo sm i les —
,

e
And the R umpl t u m B u nders roar -
.

We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge ,

And sho t a t the whistling bee

‘

And the cin n amon bats wore waterproof hats ,

As they danced by the so u nding sea .

On R ug -
gub bark from dawn till dark
, ,

We fed til l we
,
al l had grown
Uncommonly shrunk when a Chinese j u nk
Came in from the To rr i b y Z one .

She w a s stubby and square bu t ,

w edid n
’
t m u ch care ,

S o w echeerily put to sea ;

And we left the crew of the j u nk to chew ,

The bark of the R ug -

gub tree
C H AR L E S E D WAR D CAR R Y L .

10 4
And every one said wh o s aw them go ,

“
Oh ! won t they be soon upset yo u know ?
’
,

For the sky is dark and the voyage is long ;

‘

’
And happen what may it s extremely wrong
, ,

”
In a sieve to sail so fast .

Far and few far and ,

f w, e
Are the lands where the J u mb l i e
s live ;

Their heads are green and their hands are bl u e ;

,

And they went to sea in a sieve .

The water it soon came in it ,

di d ;
The water it s oon came in
S o to keep them dry they wrapped their feet
, ,

In a pin ky paper all folded neat ;

An d they fastened it down with a pin .

And they passed the night in a crockery j ar ;

And each of them said ,
H ow wise we are !

Though the sky be dark and the voyage be long , ,

Yet w enever can think w ewere rash or wrong ,

”
Wh i le ro u nd in our sieve we spin .

Far and few far and few, ,

Are the lands where the J u mb l i e

s live ;

Their heads are green and their hands are bl u e ;

,

And they went to sea in a sieve .

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And all night long they sailed away ;
And when the s u n went down ,

They whistled and warbled a moony song ,

To the echoing sound of a coppery gong ,

In the shade of the mountains brown .

0 Ti mb al l o o ! How happy we are

When we live in a sieve and a crockery j ar !
All night long in the moonlight pale ,

We sail away with a pea green sa i l -

In the shade of the mo u ntains brown .

Far and few far and few

, ,

Are the lands where the J u mb l i e

s live ;

Their heads are green and their hands are bl u e

, ;
And they went to sea in a S ieve .

They sailed to the Western Sea they did , ,

To a land all covered with trees ;

And they bo u ght an o wl ,
and a useful cart ,

And a po u nd of rice and a cranberry tart

, ,

And a hive of silvery bees ;

And they bought a pig and some green j ackdaws
, ,

And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws ,

And forty bottles of ring -

bo -
ree ,

An d no end of S tilton cheese .

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 Far and few far and few
, ,

Are the lands where the J u m bl i e

s live ,

Their heads are green and t heir hand s are

,

And they wen t t o sea in a sieve .

And in twenty years they all came back ,

In twenty years or more ;

“ ’
And every one said ,
How tall they ve grown !
’
For they ve been t o the Lakes and the ,
To r ri b l e
And the hi lls of the C h an kl y B ore .

An d they drank their health , and gave them a

Of d umpling made of beautiful yeast ;
And every one said ,
If w eonly live ,

We too w i ll go t o sea in a sieve

, , ,

To the hills of the C h an kl y B ore .

Far and e
f w, far and e
f w,
Are the lands where the J um b l i e
s live ;

Their heads are green and their hands are bl u e

, ;
And they went to sea in a sieve .

E D WAR D L E AR .

10 8
Co u nts them f u ll and fairly ,

Trace he fi nd e
th none
Of the little snow —white lamb ,

Left alone alone ,

.

Up the glen he races ,

B reasts the bitter wind

S co u rs across the plain and leaves
Wood and wold behind ;
S torm upon the mountain ,

Nigh t upon its throne

There he finds the little lamb ,

Left alone alone ,

.

S tr u ggling panting sobbing

, , ,

Kneeling on the ground ,

’
R ound the pretty creature s neck
B oth his arms are wo u nd ;
Soon within his b osom ,

All its bleatings done ,

Home he bears the little lamb ,

Left alone alone

,
.

Oh ! the happy faces ,

’
B y the shepherd s fire !
I I O
 High with ou t the tempest roars ,

B u t the laugh rings higher .

Yo u ng and Ol d together
Make that j oy their own ,

In their midst the little lamb ,

Left alone alone

,
.

TH OM A S W E S T W OOD .

TH E M OO N
moon has a face like the clock in the hall ;
She S hi nes on t hi eves on the garden wall ,

On streets and fields and harbor quays ,

And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees .

The s q u alling cat and the squeaking mouse ,

The howling dog by the door of the house ,

The bat that lies in bed at noon ,

All love to be o u t by the light of the moon .

B ut all of the t h ings that belong to the day

C u ddl e to sleep to be out of her w ay ;
And fl owers and chi ldren close their eyes
Till u p in the m orning the sun shall arise .

R OB E R T L OU I S S T E V ENS ON .

I I I
 SAN TA C LA U S

HE comes i n the night ! he comes in the night !

H e softly silently comes ;
,

W hile the li ttle brown heads on the pillows so W hite

Are dreaming of bugles and drums .

He cuts through t he snow like a ship through the foam ,

While the whi te flakes around him whirl ;

Who tells him I know not bu t he ,
fi nd e
th the home
Of each good little boy and girl .

His sleigh i t is long and deep and wi de ;

, ,

It w ill carry a host of things

While dozens of drums hang over the side ,

With the sticks sticking under the strings .

And yet not the sound of a drum is heard ,

Not a bugle blast is blown ,

r
t As he mounts to the chimney top like a bird ,

And drops to the hearth like a stone .

The little red stocki ngs he silently fills ,

Till the stockings will hold no more ;

The brigh t little sleds for the great snow hills
Are quickly set down on the floor .

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The chi ldren were nestled all sn u g in their beds ,

While vi sions of sugarplums danced in their heads ;

And mam ma her kerchief and I i n my
’
in cap
'
’

, ,

Had j ust settled our brains for a long w i nter s nap ’

When ou t on the lawn there arose such a clatter ,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter .

Away to the window I flew like a flash ,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash .

The moon on the breast of the new —fallen snow

Gave the luster of midday to obj ects below ,

When what to my wondering eyes sho u ld

,
a ppear ,

B ut a miniat u re sleigh and e i ght tiny reindeer

, ,

Wi th a li ttle old driver so lively and q u ick

, ,

I knew in a moment it m u st be S t Nick . .

More rapid than eagles hi s co u rsers they came ,

An d he whistled , and sho u ted and called them by name ; ,

Now D asher
,
! now D ancer
,
! now Prancer and
,
V ixen !
On Comet
,
! on Cupid
,
! on D onder and B litzen
,
!
To the top of the porch ! to the top of the wall !
”
Now dash away ! dash away ! dash away all !
As dry leaves that before the wild h u rricane fly ,

When they meet wi th an obstacle mo u nt to the sky ; ,

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So u p to the ho u setop the co u rsers they flew ,

With the sleigh f u ll Of toys and S t Nicholas too

,
.
,
.

And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof

, ,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof .

As I drew in my head and ,

w as turning around ,

D own the chimney S t Nicholas came W ith a bound

. .

He w as dressed all in f u r from his head to his foot

, ,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes an d soot

A bundle of toys he had fl ung on his back ,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack .

His eyes — how they twinkled ! his dimples how mer r y !

His cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry ,

!

H i s droll little mo u th was drawn up like a bow ,

And the beard of his chin w as as white as the snow ;

The st u mp of a pipe he held in his teeth ,

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath ;

He had a broad face and a little ro u nd belly
That shook when he la u ghed like a b owlf u l of j elly ,
.

He w as ch ub b y . an d pl u mp a right j olly elf

, ,

And I la u ghed when I saw him in Spite of myself ; ,

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head ,

S oon gave me to know I had nothing to dread .

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He spoke not a word b u t went straight to his work
, ,

And fil led all the stockings ; then t u rned with a j erk ,

And laying his fin ger aside of his nose ,

And giving a nod up the chimney he rose ;

,

And sprang to his sleigh t o his team gave a whistle

, ,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle .

B u t I heard him exclaim ere he drove o u t of sight

, ,

“
Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night
,
-
.

C L E MEN T C M OOR E . .

AU LD D A D D Y D A R K N ESS
’

e
A U LD D addy D arkn ss creeps frae his hole
’
,

B lack as a blackamoor blin as a mole,

:

S tir the fire till it lowes let the bairnie sit

, ,

Auld D addy D arkness is no w an t i t yet .

’
See him in the corners h i di n frae the l icht ,

mi n
’
See him at the window gl oo at the nicht ;
’
T u rn up the gas licht close the shu tters a
, ,

An
’ ’
Auld D addy D arkness will fl ee far awa .

’
Awa to hide the birdie within its c ozy nest ,

Awa to l ap the
’
w e
efl e on oo rs their mither s ’
breast ,

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 A LO B S T E R QUA D RI LLE
”
Will yo u walk a little faster ?
Said a W hiting to a snail ,

’
There s a porpoise close behind u s ,

’
And he s treading on my tail .

See how eagerly the lobsters

And the turtles all advance !

They are waiting on the shingle

Wil l you come and j oin the dance ?
’ ’
Wi l l you won t you will you won t yo u
, , , ,

Will yo u join the dance ?

Will you won t you wil l yo u won t yo u

,
’
, ,
’
,

’
Won t yo u j oin the dance ?

Yo u can really have n o notion

How delightf ul it will be
When they take us up and throw u s ,

”
With the lobsters out to sea ,
!

B u t the snail replied “

Too far too far ! ”
, ,

And gave a l ook askance

S aid he thanked the whiting kindl y ,

B u t he wo uld not j oin the dance .

Wo ul d not could not wo ul d not could not

, , , ,

Co uld not join the dance .

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W oul d not co ul d not wo uld not co u ld not
, , , ,

Co u ld not j oin the dance .

”
What matters it how far we go ?
His scaly friend replied ,

There is another shore you know , ,

Upon the other side .

The f u rther Off from E ngland

The nearer is to France

Then turn not pale beloved snail
, ,

B u t come and j oin the dance .

Will yo u won t yo u wil l you won t you

,
’
, ,
’
,

Wi l l yo u j oin the dance ?

’ ’
Will yo u won t you will you won t yo u
, , , ,

’
Won t yo u j oin the dance ?
L E W I S CAR R OL L .

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 MY S H A D OW
I VE a little S hadow that goes in and o u t with me
HA ,

And what can be the use of h im is more than I can see .

He is very very like me from the heels up to the head ;

,

And I see him j ump before me when I j ump into my bed,

.

The f u nniest thing abo u t h im is the way he likes to grow

No t at all like proper ch i ldren w hi ch is always very slow ;
,

For he sometimes shoots up taller like an Indi a rubbe r ball -

,

And he sometimes gets so little that there s none of h im ’

at all .

’
He hasn t got a notion of how children o u ght to play ,

And Ca n o nl y make a fool of me in every sort of way s

’
He stays so close beside me he s a coward yo u can see ;
, ,

’
I d think shame to stick to n u rsie as that shadow sticks
to me

One morning very early before the s u n was u p

, , ,

I rose and fo u nd the shini ng dew on every buttercup ;

B ut my lazy little shadow like an arrant sleepy head
,
-
,

Had stayed at home behind m e and was fas t asleep

bed .

R OBE R T L OU I S S T E V ENS ON
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 Coo coo coo coo coo coo
-
,
-
,
-
!
Let me speak a word or two
Who stole that p retty nest
”
From little yellow breast ?

Not I ,
said the sheep ; oh no ,
!

’
I wouldn t treat a poor bird so .

I gave wool the n est to line ,

B u t the nest was none of m ine .

” “
B aa baa
,
! said the sheep ; oh no ,
!

’
I wouldn t trea t a poor bird so

Caw caw ,
cried the crow ;
I sho u ld li ke to know
What thief took away
’
A bird s nest to day -
.

Cluck cl u ck ,
said the hen ;
’
D on t ask m e aga i n ;
’
Why I haven t a chick
,

Wo u ld do s u ch a trick !

We each gave her a feather

And she wove them together .

’
I d scorn to intrude
On her and her brood .

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Cluck cl u ck said the hen ;
“ ”
D on t ask me again .

Chir -
a -
whir chir -
a— whir
’
We ll make a great stir ,

And fi nd o u t his name ,

‘
And all cry ,
For shame
“
I wo u ld not rob a bird ,

Said little Mary Green ;

I think I never heard
”
Of anything so mean .

“
It is ve ry cr u el too ,

Said little Alice Neal ;

I wonder if he knew
How sad the bird Wo u ld feel !
”

A little boy h u ng down his head

And went and hid behind the bed :

F or he stole that pretty nest ,

From poor little yellow breast ;

And he felt so f u ll of Shame ,

H ed i d
'

n
’
t like to tell his name .

L Y D I A M AR I A C H I LD .

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 WI S HI N G
RI N G -
TI N G ! I wish I were a primrose ,

A bright yellow primrose blooming in the spring .

The stooping boughs above me ,

The wandering bee to love me ,

The fern and moss to creep across ,

An d the elm tree for our kin g !

Nay — stay ! I wi sh I were an elm tree ,

A great lofty elm tree with green leaves gay

,
!

The winds would set them dancing ,

The s u n and moonshine glance in ,

The birds would house among the bo u ghs ,

And ever sweetly S ing !

Oh —
no ! I wish I were a r obin ,

A robin or a little wren everywhere to go ; ,

Through forest field or garden, , ,

And ask no leave or pardon ,

Till winter comes with icy th u mbs

To r u ffle up our wi ngs !
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 TH E L AM P L I GH TER

M Ytea is nearly ready and the s u n has left the sky

’
It s time to take the window to see L ei egoing
er by ;
For every night at teatime and before you take your seat ,

With lantern and with ladder he comes p osting u p the

street .

Now Tom would be a driver and M aria go to sea ,

’
And my papa s a banker and as rich as he can be ;
’
B u t I when I am stronger and can choose what I m to do
, ,

0 L e
ei eI ll
r ,
’
go ro u nd a t night and light the lamps
with you !

For weare very l u cky with a lamp before the door

, ,

And L e
ei estops to light it as he lights so many more ;
r

An d 0 ! before yo u h u rry by with ladder and with light ,

0 L e
ei esee
r ,
a little child and nod to him to night -
!
R OBE R T L OU I S S T E V ENS ON .

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TH E EL F AN D TH E D O RM OUSE

U ND E R a toadstool
Crept a w e
eE l f ,

Ou t of the rain ,

To shelt e
r himself .

Under the toadstool

So u nd asleep ,

Sat a big D ormo u se

All in a heap .

Trembled the wee E l f,

Frightened and yet
,

Fearing to fly away
Lest he get w t e .

To the ne x t shelter
Maybe a mile !

S u dden the w e
eEl f
Smiled a wee smile ,

T u gged till the toadstool

Toppled in t w o .

Holding it over him ,

Gayly he fl ew .

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 Soon he was safe home ,

D ry as co ul d be .

Soon woke the D ormo u se

Good gracio u s me
”
Where is my toadstool ?
Loud he l amented .

’
And that s how u mbrellas
First were invented .

OL I V E R

TH E SAN D S O F D EE
O M AR Y go and cal l the cattle home
, ,

And call the cattle home ,

And call the cattle home ,

! ”
Across the sands of Dee
The western wind was wild and dank with foam
And all alone went she .

The western tide crept up along the sand ,

’ ’
And o er and o er the sand ,

And round and round the sand ,

As far as eye could see .

The rolling mis t came down and hid the land :

An d never home came she .

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And when the winter is over ,

The b oughs will get n e

w leaves ,

The quail come back to the clover ,

And the swallow back to the eaves .

The robin wi ll wear on his bosom

A vest that is bright and new ,

And the loveliest wayside blossom

W ill shine w ith the sun and dew .

The leaves to day are whirling

-

The brooks are all d ry and dumb ,

B u t le t me tell you my darling

,

The spring will be sure to come .

There must be rough cold weather, ,

And winds and rains so wild '

Not all good things together

Come to us here my child ,
.

S o when some dear j oy loses

,

Its beau teo u s summer glow ,

Think how the roots of the roses

Are kept alive in the snow .

A L I C E C AR Y .

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 J A C K FR OS T
TH E door was shut as doors should be
, ,

B efore you went t o bed las t nigh t ;

Yet Jack Frost has got in , you see ,

And left your window silver whi t e .

He must have waited till you slept

And not a single word he spoke ,

’
B u t pencilled o er the panes and crept
Away again before you woke .

And now yo u cannot see the trees

Nor fields that stretch beyond the lane ;
B ut there are fairer things than these
His fingers traced on every pane .

R ocks and castles towering high ;

Hills and dales and streams and fi e
ld S
'

An d knights in armo u r riding by ,

With nodding plumes and shini ng shields

An d here are little boats , and there

B ig ships with Sails spread to the breeze ;
And yonder palm trees waving fair
,
-

On islands set in silver seas .

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And b u tterfl ies with ga u zy wings ;
And herds of cows and flocks of sheep ;
And fr u it and flowers and all the things
You see when you are sound asleep .

For creeping softly u nderneath

,

The door when all the lights are out ,

Jack Frost takes every breath you breathe

And knows the thi ngs you t hi nk about .

He paints them on the window pane -

In fairy lines with frozen steam ;

And when you wake you see again
,

The lovely things you saw in dream

G AB R I E L

H OW TH E F LOW E R S GR OW
TH I S is how the flowers grow
I have watched them and I know .

First above the gro u nd is seen

,

A tiny blade of pures t green ,

R eaching up and peeping forth

E ast and west and sou t h and nor t h
,
.

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 M A R CH
TH E cock is crowing ,

The stream is flowing ,

The small birds twitter ,

The lake doth glitter ,

The green field sleeps in the s u n ;

The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest ;
The cattle are grazing ,

Their heads never raisi n g '

There are forty feeding like one .

Like an army defeated

The snow hath retreated ,

And now doth fare ill

On the top of the bare hill ;
The plowboy is whooping anon anon ;
’
There s j oy in t he mountains ,

’
There s life in the fountains ;
Small clouds are sailing
B lue sky prevailing
The rain is over and gone !
W I L L IA M W ORD S WOR TH .

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 M AR G E RY B R OW N

M AR GE R Y B R OW N on the top of the hill ,

”
Why are yo u standing idle still ?
Oh , I m looking over to London town ;
’

”
Shall I see the horsemen if I go down ?

Marge r y B rown on the top of the hill ,

”
Why are yo u standing listening still ?
,

Oh I hear the bells of London ring

, ,

And I hear the men and the maidens sing .

Margery B rown on the top of the hill ,

”
Why are you standing waiting still ?
,

Oh , a knight is there , bu t I can t go down ,

’

For the bells ring strangely in London town .

KA T E GRE ENAWAY .
 TH E L ITT LE LAN D

WH EN at home alone I sit

And am very tired of it ,

I have j u st to shut my eyes

To go sailing through the skies
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play '

To the fairy land afar

Where the Little People are ;
Where the clover tops are trees ,

And the rain pools are the seas ,

And the leaves like little ships

Sail abo u t on tiny trips ;
And above the daisy tree
Through the grasses ,

High o
’
eh ed
r a the b u mble bee
H u ms and passes .

In the forest to and fro

I can wander I can go ;,

See the spider and the fly ,

And the ants go marching by

Carrying parcels wi th their feet
D own the green and grassy street .

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(These have s u re to battle be e
n ! )
’
Some are pied with ev ry h u e ,

Black and crimson gol d and bl u e ;

,

Some have wings and swift are gone

B ut they all look kin dl y on .

When my eyes I once again

Open and see all things plain
, ,

High bare walls great bare floor ;

,

Great big knobs on drawer and door ;

Great big people perched on chairs ,

Stitchi ng tucks and mendi ng tears ,

E ach a hill that I co u ld climb ,

And t alki ng nonsense all the time

Oh dear me
,
!
That I co ul d be
A sailor on the rain pool sea -
,

A climber in the clover tree ,

And j u st come back a sleepy head,

-
,

Late at night to go to bed !

R OBE R T L OU I S S T E VENS ON .

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 TH E FA I RY
OH , who is so merry
As the light hearted fairy ?
-

He dances and sings

To the so u nd of his wi ngs ,

With a hey and a heigh and a

, ,

Oh who is so merry
,

As the light hearted fairy ?

-

His nectar he sips

’
From the primrose s lips
With a hey and a heigh and a
, ,

Oh w h o is so merry
,

As the light hearted fairy ?

-

His night is the noon ,

And his s u n is the moon ,

With a hey and a heigh and a

, ,

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 N ON SE N SE RI M E

TH E owl and the eel and the warming pan ,

They went to visit the soap —fat man .

The soap fat man he was not withi n

-

’
He d gone for a ride on his rolling pin .

S o they all came back by the way of the town ,

An d turned the meetinghouse upside down .

LAUR A E . RI CH AR D S .

LI TTLE J A C K FR OS T

L I TT L E Jack Frost went up the hill ,

Watching the stars and the moon so sti l l ,

Watching the stars and moon so brigh t ,

And la u ghing aloud with all his migh t .

Little Jack Frost ran down the hill ,

Late in the nigh t when the winds were still ,

Late in the fall when the leaves fell down ,

R ed and yellow and faded brown .

Little Jack Frost walked thro u gh the trees ,

“ ” “
Oh ! sighed the flowers ,
we freeze we free ze
,
.

Oh ,
”
sighed the grasses “
we die ,
w edi e .
”

Said little Jack Frost ,

Good -
by, good -
by .

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 TH E F AIRY F OL K
’
C OM E cuddle close in daddy s coat
B eside the fire so bright ,

And hear about the fairy folk

That wander in the night .

For when the stars are shining clear

And all the world is still ,

They float across the silver moon

From hill to cloudy hill .

Their caps of red their cloaks of green

, ,

Are hung with S ilver bells ,

And when they re shaken with the wind

’

Their merry ringing swells .

And riding on the crimson m oth ,

With black spots on his wings ,

They guide them down the p u rple sky

With golden bridle rings .

They love to visit girls and boys ,

T 0 see how sweet they sleep ,

To stand beside their cosy cots

An d at their faces peep .

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For in the whole of fairy l and
They have no finer sight
Than l ittle children sleeping so u nd
With faces rosy bright .

On tiptoe crowding ro u nd their heads ,

When bright the moonlight beams ,

They whisper little tender words

That fi ll their minds with dreams ;
An d when they see a s u nny smile ,
With lightest finger tips
They lay a hundred kisses sweet
Upon the r u ddy lips .

An d then the little spotted moths

Spread ou t their crimson wings ,

And bear away the fairy crowd

With shaking bridle rings .

Come b a i rn i e
s hide in daddy s coat
, ,

B eside the fire so bright

Perhaps the little fa i rv fo l k
Will Visit yo u to nigh t
-
.

R OBE R T B I RD .

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 OH ! WH E R E D O F AIRI ES HID E ?

OH ! where do fairies hide their heads

W hen snow lies on the hills ,

When fros t has spoiled their mossy beds ,

And crystall ized their ril l s ?

B eneath the moon they cannot trip

’
In circles o er the plain ;
And draughts of dew they cannot sip ,

Till green leaves come again .

Perhaps in small blue diving bells

, , ,

They plunge beneath the waves

e
,

Inhabiting the wreath d shell s

That lie in coral caves .

Perhaps in red V esuvius ,

Caro u sals they maintain ;

And cheer their little spirits th u s ,

Till green leaves come again .

When they return there will be mirth ,

And music in the air ,

And fairy wings u pon the earth ,

And mischief everywhere .

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 TH E LO RD I S MY S H E P H E RD

TH E Lord is my shepherd ; I shall not want .

He maketh me to lie down in green past u res ;

He leadeth me beside the still waters ;
He restoreth my soul .

He leadeth me in the paths of righteo u sness for His

’
name s sake .

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow

,

of death ,

I will fear no evil for Thou art with me

,
.

e
Thy rod and Th y s t a ff they comfor t me .

Thou preparest a table before me in the presenc of mine

enemies ;
Thou anointest my head with oil ; my c u p r u nneth over .

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days

of my life ,

And I wi l l dwell in the house of the Lord forever .

! ! III P S AL M .

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LI TTL E d ro p s of te
wa r littl eg r a i n s o f s an d

Ma ke th e m i gh ty o ce
, ,

a n an d t h e pl ea s an t l a n d

th o ugh th e y be
.

Th us t h e m i n u te
,

l i ttl e s h u mb l e ,

M a ke th e
,

mi gh t y a ge s of ete rn it y

eeeC ee
.

Eb n z r o bh a m Br w r .

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 Then take me on your k nee , mother ;
And listen mother of m i ne
,

A hundred fairies danced last night ,

An d the harpers they were nine ;

And their harp strings rung so merrily

To their dancing feet so small ;
B ut oh the words Of their talking
,

”
Were merrier far than all !

And what were the words my ,

M ary ,

That t hen you heard them say ?”

“
I ll tell you all my mother ;
’

B ut let me have my way .

Some of them played with the water ,

And rolled it down the hill ;

An d shall speed i ly t u rn
‘ ’ ‘
thi s ,
they said ,

’
The poor old miller s mill ;

For there has been no water

E ver since the first of May ;
And a busy man will the miller be
At the dawning of the day .

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50
 Oh the miller how he will laugh
, ,

When he sees the mill dam rise .

The j o l ly old miller how he will laugh ,

Till the tears fi ll both his eyes ’

e
.

And some they seized th little w inds

That sounded over the hill ;

And each pu t a horn unto his mouth
-

And blew both loud and shrill ;

’ ‘
And there ,
they said ,
the merry w inds go
Away from every horn ;
And they shall clear the mildew dank
’
From the blind old widow s corn .

Oh the poor blind widow

, , ,

Tho u gh she has been blind so long

’
She l l be blithe eno u gh when the mildew s gone
’
,

’
“

And the corn stands tall and strong .

And some they brought the brown lint seed ,

And fl u ng it down from the L OW '

‘ ’ ‘
And this ,
they said ,
by the sunrise ,

In th ew e e av r s
’
croft shall grow .

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 Oh the poor lame weaver
, , ,

How will he laugh o u tright

When he sees his dwindling flax field
’
All f u ll of flowers by night !

And then o u t spoke a brownie ,

W ith a long beard on his chin

‘ ’
I have spun up all the tow said he , ,

‘
And I want some more to Spin .

“ ‘
I ve spun a piece of hempen cloth
’

And I want to spin another

’
A little sheet for Mary s bed ,

’
And an apron for her mother .

With that I co u ld not help bu t la u gh ,

An d I la u ghed o u t lo u d and free ;

And then on the top of the Caldon Low
There was no one left b u t me .

And all on the top of the Caldon Low

The mists were cold and gray ,

And nothi ng I sa w b u t the mossy stones

That ro u nd abo u t me lay .
 '

TO M OTH E R P A IRI E

G OOD old mother P airie ,

Sitting by yo u r fi r e,

Have you any little fol k

Yo u wo ul d like to hi re ?

I want no chubby drudges

To milk and churn and spin
, , ,

Nor old and wrinkl ed B rownies ,

With grizzly beards and thi n ; ,

B ut patient little people ,

With hands of busy care ,

And gentle speech and loving hearts ;

,

Say have you such t o spare ?

,

They must be very cun ni ng

To make the fu t ure S hine
Like leaves and flowers and strawberries
, , ,

A-
growing on one V ine .

Good old mother F airi e

,

Since my need you know ,

Tell me have you any folk

,

Wise enough to go ?
A L I C E C AR Y .

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 TH E Y A R N O F TH E NANC Y B E L L
’
TWAS on the shores that rou n d our c o ast
From Deal to R amsgate span ,

That I found alone on a piece of stone

An elderly naval man .

His hair w as weedy his beard was long

, ,

And weedy and long was he ,

An d I heard this W ight on the shore recite ,

In a singular minor key

“
Oh ! I am a cook and a captain bold ,

And the mate of the Nan cy brig ,

’
And a bo s u n tight and a midshipmite
, ,

’ ”
And the crew of the captain s gig .

And he shook his fists and he tore his hair ,

Till I really felt afraid ,

For I couldn t help thinking the man had been drinking

’
,

And so I simply said

Oh , elderly man , it s little I kn ow

’

Of the du ties of men of the sea

And I ll eat my hand if I understand
’

How you can possibly be

15
5
 At once a cook and a captain bold , ,

An d the mate of the Na n cy brig ,

’
And a bo s u n tight and a midshi p mite, ,

’ ”
And the crew of the captain s gig .

Then he gave a hitch to his trousers which ,

Is a trick all seamen learn ,

An d having got rid of a thumping q u id ,

He spun this painf u l yarn

Twas in the good ship N a n cy B ll e

That we sailed to the Indian Sea ,

And there on a reef w ecome to grief ,

Which has often occurred to me .

An d pretty nigh al l the crew w as drowned

(There seventy —seven in all )
w as ,

And only ten of the Na n cy s men ’

‘ ’
Said Here ! to the muster roll -
.

There was me and the cook and the captain

, ,

And the mate of the N an cy brig ,

’
And the bo sun tight and a midshipmite , ,

’
And the crew of the captain s gig .

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“ ‘ ’
I ll be eat if yo u dines o ff me ,
’
says Tom ;
‘ ’ ‘ ’ ’
Yes that
, ,
says I ,
you ll be ,

I m
‘ ’ ’
boiled if I die my friend , ,
q u oth I ;
‘ ’
And E xactly so ,
quoth he .

‘
Says he ,
D ear James to m u rder me ,

Were a foolish thing to do ,

’ ’
For don t you see that you can t cook
While I can and will cook y ou !

So he boils the water and takes the salt ,

And the pepper in portions true

(Which he never forgot ) and some chopped ,

And some sage and parsley too .

’
Come here ,
says he with a proper
,

Which his smiling features tell ,

Twill s oothing be if I let you see ,

’ ’
How extremely nice you ll smell !

And he stirred it round and round and round ,

And he sni ffed at the foaming froth ;

When I ups wi th his heels and smothers his squeals ,

In the sc u m of the boiling broth .

15 8
 And I eat that cook i n a week or less
—
And as I ea t ing be
The last of his chops why I almost d r ops , ,

For a vessel in sigh t I see .

And I never l a r f, and I never smile ,

And I never larf or play ,

B u t sit and croak and a single joke

,

I have —
which is to say
“
Oh ! I am a cook and a captain bold ,

And the mate of the N a n cy b r ig ,

’
And a bo sun tight and a midshipmite ,

”
And the crew of the captain s gig ! ’

W S G I L BE R T . . .

F ULL F ATH O M FIV E THY F ATH E R L I ES

F U L L fathom fi V ethy father lies :

Of his bones are coral made :

Those are pearls that were his eyes

,

Nothing of him that doth fade ,

B ut doth su ffer a sea change -

Into something rich and strange .

Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell

H ark ! now I hear them ding dong bell , ,
.

W I L L I AM S H AKE SPE AR E .
 U N D E R MY WI N D OW

U ND E R my window u nder my window , ,

Al l in the mids ummer weather

Three little girls with fluttering curls
Flit to and fro together :

There s B ell with her bonne t of satin sheen

’

And M aude with her mantle of silver green -

,

And Kate with her scarlet feather .

Under my window under my window , ,

Leaning stealth i ly over ,

M erry and clear the voice I hear

, ,

Of each glad hearted rover

— .

Oh ! sly little Kate , she steals my roses ;

And M a u de and B ell twine wreaths and
As merry as bees in clover .

Under my window under my window , ,

In the blue mids ummer weather ,

Stealing slow on a h u shed tiptoe

, ,

I catch them al l together

B e l l with her bonn et of satin sheen ,

And Ma u de with her mantle of silver green -

,

And Kate with her scarlet feather .

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B edded soft in moss and rushes ,

Safely bo und with reindeer sinews ;

S tilled his fretful wail by saying ,

”
H u sh ! the Naked B ear will hear thee !
Lulled him into slumber singing , ,

Ewa -
yea ! my little owlet !

Who is th is that lights the W i gw am ?

With his great eyes lights the W igwam ?
Ewa -
yea ! my little owlet
Many things Nokomis taught him
Of the stars that shine in heaven
Showed him I shk o o d a h , the comet ,

I shk o o d ah , with fiery tresses '

Showed the D eath D ance of the Spirits ,

Warriors wi th their plumes and war clubs ,

Flaring far away to northward

In the frosty nights of Winter ;
Showed the broad white road in heaven ,

Pathway of the ghosts the shadows , ,

R unning straight across the heavens

Crowded with the ghosts the shadows ,
.

At the door on s u mmer evenings

Sat the little Hiawatha ,

162
Heard the whispering of the pine tr e
es ,

Heard the lapping of the waters ,

So u nds of music words of wonder ; ,

Minne wawa -
said the pine t r ees .

u d w ay -
?)
M a u shka J said the water .

Saw the firefly Wah wah ,

- -
t ay s e
e ,

Flitting thro u gh the dusk of evening ,

With the twinkle of its candle

Lighting u p the brakes and bushes ,

And he sang the song of children ,

Sang the song Nokomis taugh t him

Wah wah -
e
-
elittle firefly
t ay s , ,

Little ,
flitting white fi einsect
,
-
r

Little ,
dancing white fi ecreat u re
,
-
r ,

Light me with your little candle ,

Er eupon my bed I lay me ,

Er ein sleep I close my eyelids J ?)

Saw the moon rise from the water ,

R ippling rounding from the water

, ,

Saw the flecks and shadows on i t ,

“
Whispered ,
What is that Nokomis ? ,

And the good Nokomis answered

Once a warr i or , very angry ,
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Sei zed his grandmother and threw her ,

Up into the Sky at midnigh t ;

R igh t against the moon he threw h e r

’
Tis her body that you see there .

Saw the rainbow in t he heaven ,

In the eastern sky the rainbow , ,

“ ”
Whispered ,
What is that N okomis ? ,

And the good N o k o m i s answered

“ ’
Tis the heaven of flowers yo u see there ;
Al l the wild flowers of the forest ,
All the lilies of the prairie ,

W hen on earth they fade and perish ,

”
B lossom in that heaven above us .

When he heard the owls at midnight ,

Hootin g laughing in the forest

,

“ ”
What is that ? he cried in terror ,

” ”
What is that ,
he said ,
N okomis ?
And the good Nokomis answered :

“
That is bu t the owl and owlet ,

Talking in their native language ,

”
Talking scolding at each other
,
.

Then the little Hiawatha

Learned of every bird its langu age ,

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That make so m u ch b u stle and noise in vain ,

”
B u t I ll be as b u sy as they !
’

S o he flew to the mo u ntain and powdered its crest ;

,

He lit on the trees and their b oughs he dressed

,

In diamond beads and over the breast

Of the quivering lake he spread ,

A coat of mail that it need not fear

,

The downward point of many a spear

That he h u ng on its margin far and near
, ,

Where a rock could rear its head .

He went to the windows of those wh o slept ,

And over each pane like a fairy crept ;

, ,

Wherever he breathed wherever he ste pp ed

, ,

B y the ligh t of the morn were seen

Most beau tiful things ; there were flowers and trees ;
There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees
There were cities with temples and towers ; and these
All p ictured in silver sheen !

B u t he did one thing that was hardly fair ,

He peeped in the cupboard and findi ng there

,

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 That all had forgotten for him to prepare ,

“
Now j ust to se t them
, a -
thinking ,

’ ”
I ll bite this basket of fr u it ,
said he ;
’
This costly pitcher I ll burst in three ;
.

And the glass of water they ve left for me ’

Shall ‘
tchick to tell them I m dri nking ’
!
”

H ANN AH F G OU L D . .

WH AT TH E CH I M N E Y SAN G

OVE R the chimney the night wind sang

And chanted a melody no one knew !

And the Woman stop p ed as her babe she tossed

, ,

And thought of the one she had long S ince lost ,

An d said , as her teardrops back Sh eforced ,

“
I hate the wind in the chimney .

Over the chimney the night wind sang

An d chanted a melody no one knew ;
An d the Children said , as they closer drew ,
’
Tis some witch that is cleaving the black night through ,

’
Tis a fai ry tr u mpet that j ust then blew
And w efear the wi nd in the ch imney .

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Over the chimney the night wind sang
And chanted a melody no one knew ;
An d the Man , as he sa t on his hearth below
Said to himself , It will s u rely sn ow ,

An d f u el is dear and wages low ,

’
And I ll stop the leak in the chimney .

Over the chimney the night wi nd sang

And chanted a melody no one knew ;
B u t the Poet listened and smiled fo r he ,

Was Man and Woman and Child all three ,

“ ’
And said ,
It is God s o wn harmony
This wind we hear in the chimney .

B RE T HAR TE .

TH E N E W Y EAR

WH O comes dancing over the snow ,

His soft little feet all bare and rosy ?

Open the door , tho u gh the wild winds blow
Take the child in and make him cosy .

Take him in and hold him d ear ,

He is the wonderf ul glad New Year .

D I NAH M C R AIK . .

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She saw her brother P eterkin
R oll something large and ro u nd ,

Which he beside the rivulet

, ,

In playing there had fo u nd ,

.

He came to ask what he had found

That was so large and smooth and ro u nd
, ,
.

Ol d Kaspar took it from the boy ,

Wh o stood expectant by ;
And then the old man shook his head ,

And wi th a nat u ral sigh

, ,

’
Tis some poor fellow s skull ,
said he ,

Who fell in the great victory

I fi nd them in the garden ,

’
For there s many here abo u t ;
And often when I go to plow ,

The plowshare t u rns them out ;

For many thousand men ,
said he ,

”
Were slain in that great victo ry !

’
Now tell u s what twas all ab out ,

Young Peterkin he cries ; ,

And little Wilhe l mine looks u p

With wonder waiting eyes ;
-

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 Now tell us all abou t the war ,

And what they fought each othe r fo r .

“
I t was the E nglish ,
”
Kaspar c r i e
d ,

“
Who put the French to rou t ;
B u t what they fo u ght each other for
I co u ld not well make o u t .

B ut everybody said ,
quoth he ,

’
That twas a famou s victory !

My father lived at B lenheim then ,

You little stream hard by

They b u rned his dwelling to the ground ,

And he was forced to fly ;

S o with his wife and child he fled ,

Nor had he where to rest his head .

“
With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wi de ;
An d many a childing mother then
And new b orn baby died
-
.

B u t things like that yo u know m u st be

, ,

At eve r y famo u s victory .

“
They say i t was a shocking sight
After the field w as w o n ;
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F or many tho u sand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun .

B ut th ings like that you know m u st be

, ,

After a famous victory .

Great praise the D uke of Marlborough won ,

”
And o u r good Prince E u gene .

’ ”
Why ,
twas a ve ry wicked thing !
Said little Wilhelmine .

Nay nay my l ittle girl

, , ,
q u oth he ,

It w as a famo u s V ictory !

And everybody praised the D uke

”
Who this great fight did win .

”
B u t what good came of it at last ?
Q u oth little Peterkin .

Why that I cannot tell

,
said he
’ ”
B u t twas a famo u s Victory .

R OBE R T S OU TH E Y .

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 A D R EA M LE SSO N
’
O N C E there was a little boy that wo u ldn t go to bed ,

When they hinted at the s u bject ,

he wo u ld only shake
his head ,

When they asked him his intentions he informed them ,

pretty straight
That he wouldn t go to bed at all and N u rs e
’
,
y needn t wait
,
’
.

As their arguments grew stronger and their attit u de more,

strict ,

I grieve to say that na u ghty boy just yelled an d sc reamed

and kicked .

And he made up awful faces and he told them u p and

,

down
’
That he wouldn t go to bed for all the nurses in the to wn .

Then Nu r sey lost her patience and although it

,
wasn t right ’
,

R etorted that for all she cared he might sit up all night .

He approve d of this arrangemen t and he danced a jig ,

for j oy
And t u rned a somersaul t with glee ; he was a na u ghty boy .

And so they all went to bed and left hi m sitting there

o ff ,

’
R ight in the corner by the fire in Grandpa s big armchair .

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He read his books and playe d his games ,
—
h eeve n

sang a song ,

And thought how lovely it would be to si t up a ll nigh t l o n g .

B u t soon his games grew stupid and his puzzles wouldn t ,

’

work ;
He drew himself up sti ffly with a sudden l i t t le jerk ,

“
And he said ,
I am not sleepy and I love t o play alone
,

—
And I think the rest w as mumbled in a d r owsy
monotone .

He leaned back on the cushions like that night he had the

cro u p ,

His head began to wobble and his eyes began to droop ;

He closed them for a minu te just to see how it would seem , ,

And straightway he was so u nd asleep and dreamed t his ,

awful dream

He tho u ght he saw a garden filled with flowers and roses

gay ,

A great big gardener wi th a hoe came walking down his

w ay ;

Ah ah,
!
”
exclaimed the gardener as he clutched him by ,

the head ,

’ ’
Here s a fine specimen I ve fo u nd ; I ll plant him in this
’

be
d !
”

I 7S
He held the boy in one big hand ,
u nheeding how he
cried ,

And with the o ther d u g a hole enormo u s ,

deep ,
and
wi de .

H ej ammed the little fellow in and said in gr u ffest tone

, ,

“ ’
This is the bed for na u ghty boys who won t go to
”
their own .

An d then the dirt was shoveled in ,

—
it covered u p his
toes
His ankles knees and waist and arms and higher yet
, , , , ,

it rose .

For still the gardener shoveled on not noticing hi s cries ;

,

It came u p to his chin and mouth —

it almost reached
hi s eyes ;

J u st then he gathered all his strength and g ave an

awf u l scream ,

And woke himself and pu t an end to that terrific dream

,
.

And he said as Nu r s e
y t u cked him u p and bade hi m
sn u gly rest ,

When I am planted in a bed I like my own the best

, .

C AR OL Y N W E LL S .

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He bl e
w and he blew and she thinned to a thread
,
.

“ ’
One pu ff mo r e s enough
To blow her to snu ff !

One good pu ff more where the last was bred ,

And glimmer glimmer glum will go the thread

, ,
.

He blew a great blast and the thread was gone

, .

In the air nowhere ,

Was a moonbeam bare :

Far o ff and harmless the shy stars shone

S u re and certain the Moon was gone !

The Wind he took to his revels once more ;

On down in to w n, ,

Like a merry mad clown -

He leaped and halloed with whistle and roar

“ ”
’
What s that ? The glimmering thread once more !

He flew in a rage —h edanced and blew ;

B ut in vain was the pain
Of his b u rsting brain ;
For still the broader the Moon scrap grew -
,

The broader he swelled his big cheeks and

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Slowly she grew till she filled the nig h t ,

And shone on her throne

In the sky alone ,

A matchless wonderful silvery light

, ,

R adiant and lovely the quee n of the night

, .

“
Said the W ind :W hat a marvel of power am I !
With my breath good faith !
,

I blew her to death

First blew her away right out of the sky
Then blew h e r in ; what strength have I ! ”

B u t the Moon she knew nothing abo u t the a ffair '

For high in the sky ,

With her one white eye ,

Motionless miles above the air

, ,

She had never heard the great Wind blare .

G E OR G E M AC D ON AL D .

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 LI TTLE OR P H ANT ANN I E
L I TT L E Orph a n t An n ie s come to our ho u se to stay ’

An wash the cups and saucers up an brush the c r um bs

’
,
’

away ,

’ ’
An S hoo the chickens o ff the porch an d u st the hearth
, ,

’
an sweep ,

An
’ ’ ’
make the fire ,
an bake the bread ,
an earn her ,

’
board -
an -
keep
An ’
all us other c h il d e
rn , when the s u pper things is
done ,

We set around the ki tche n fire an has the mostest f u n ’

A l ist
’ ’ ’
-
n in to the witch tales at Annie tells about ,

’ ’
An the Gobble uns -
at gits you
Ef you
’
D on t
Watch
Out

’
On c
’ ’
t they was a little boy wo ul dn t say his pr a y rs

’
An when he went to bed at night away upstairs , ,

His mammy h ed
e r him holl er an his daddy ,
’
h e
ed
r hi m
bawl ,

An ’
when they turn t ’
the ki vv e rs dow n ,
he wasn t ’

there at all !

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An little Or ph an t Annie says when the blaze is blue
’
, ,

’
An the lampwick sputters an the wind goes w o o 0 0 !
’
,
-

’
An you hear the crickets quit an the moon is gray
’
, ,

An the lightnin —bugs

’ ’
in dew is all s qe e
u n ch
d away ,

’ ’
You better mind yer parents an yer teachers fond an ,

dear ,

’ ’ ’ ’
An c h u ri sh them at loves yo u ,
an dry the o r ph a n t s

tear ,

’ ’ ’ ’
An he p the pore an needy ones at cl u sters all abo u t ,

’
E1 the Gobble u ns -
ll git you
Ef you
’
D on t
Watch
Out
JA ME S WH I T C OM B RI L E Y .

Fro m Aft e r w hi l es b y J ame s Wh i tc o mb R i l e

y C o p y r i gh t 1 898
Us e d b y Sp e
ci a l p e
.

p ub li sh e Th eB o b b s M e
,

rm i s s i o n o f t h e
.
,

rs rr il l ,
-

C o m p an y .

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 TH E MILLE R O F TH E D EE

TH E R E dwelt a miller hale a nd bold

B eside the river D e
e;
He worked and sang from mor n till night ,

No lark more blithe than he .

And this the b u rden of his song

Forever used to be ,

I envy nobody no not I , , ,

”
And nobody envies me !

Th O ’
u r t wrong my friend , ,
said old King
“
Th o u
’
wrong as wro ng can be ;
rt

For co u ld my heart be ligh t as thine ,

’
I d gladly change with thee .

And tell me now wha t makes thee sing,

With voice so lo u d and free ,

Whil e I am sad though I am king

, ,

”
B eside the river D ee ?
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The miller smil ed and do ffed his cap
, .

“
I earn my bread ,
q u oth he ,

I love my wife I love my friend

, ,

I love my chil dren three ;

I owe no penny I cannot p ay ;

I tha nk the river D ee ,

That t u rns the mil l and grin ds the corn

To feed my babes a nd me .

Good friend ,
said Hal and sighed the
,

“
Farewell and happy be ;
,

B ut say no more if th ou d st
’
,
be tr u e ,

That no man en vies thee

Thy mealy cap is worth my crown ,

Thy mill my kingdom s fee ; ’

’
Such men as tho u are E ngland s boast ,

”
O miller of the D ee !
C H AR L E S M ACKAY .

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B u t the l onger I live on th is Cru mpe
t t y Tree

The plainer than ever it seems to me

That very e people
f w come this w ay
! ”
And that life on the whole is far from gay
S aid the Qu an gl eW angle Q u ee .

III
B u t there came to the e
C r u mp t t y Tree
M r and Mrs Canary ;
. .

“
An d they said D id ever you see
'

Any spot so charmingly airy ?

M ay webuild a nest on yo u r lovely Hat ?
Mr .
Q gl e
u an Wangle ,
grant us that !

Oh please let us come and build a nest

,

Of whatever material suits you best ,

Mr Qu a n gl eWangle Q u ee
.

IV
An d besides , to the C r u mp e
tty Tree
Came the Stork the D uck and the Owl ;
, ,

The Snail and the B umble B ee -

The Frog and the Fimble Fowl

,
“

(The Fimble Fowl with a corkscrew leg );

,

And all of them said We humbly beg ,

We may bu i ld our h o rri eon your lovely Hat

s ,

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M r .
Qu a n gl eWangle g r an t us t hat
, !
M r Qu a n gl eW angle Quee
.

V
And the Golden Grouse came there ,

And the P o b b l ew h o has no toes ,

And the small Olympian bear ,

And the D ong with a luminous nose .

And the Blue B aboon w h o played the flute ,

And the Orient Calf from t he Land of Tute ,

And the Attery S quash and t he ,

B isk y B at ,

All came and built on the lovely Hat

Of the Qu an gl eWangle Quee .

VI
And the Qu a n gl eWangle said
To himself on the C r u mpet t y Tree ,

When all these creatures move

’ ”
W hat a wonderf ul noise t here ll be !
And at night by the light of t he Mulberry moon
They danced to the Flute of t he B lue B aboon ,

On the broad green leaves of the C r u mpe t t y Tree ,

And all were as happy as happy could be

With the Qu a n gl eWangle Quee .

E D WAR D L E AR .

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 TH E VI LLA G E B LA C K S MITH
U ND E R a spreading chestnu t tree
The village smithy stands ;
The smith a mighty man is he
, ,

With large and sinewy hands ;

And the m u scles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands .

His hair is crisp and black and long

, , ,

His face is like the tan ;

His b row is wet with honest sweat ,

’
He earns whate er he can ,

And looks t he whole world in the face ,

For he owes not any man .

Week in week out from morn till night

, , ,

You can hear his bellows blow ;

You can hear him swing his heavy sledge ,

W ith measured beat and slow ,

Like a sexton ringing the village bell ,

When the evening sun is l ow .

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S omething attempted something done , ,

’
Has earned a night s repose .

Thanks thanks to thee my worthy friend

, , ,

For the lesson thou hast taught !

Th u s at the flamin g forge of life

Our fortunes must b e wrought ;
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
E ach b u rning deed and thought .

H ENR Y WAD S W OR TH L ON G F E L L OW .

B UM B LE B EE A N D C LO V E R

CAME a roaring bumble —bee ,

Pockets f u ll of money .

Ah good morning Clover sweet

, , ,

’ ”
What s the price of honey ?

Help yo u rself sir , ,

Clover
’
B umble you re too funny ;
,

Never Clover yet so poor

”
She m u st sell her honey .

190
 L ITT LE B ILLE E

TH E R E were three sailors of B ristol city

Who took a boat and went to sea .

B u t first with beef and captain s bisc u its ’

And pickled pork they loaded she .

There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy ,

And the yo u ngest he was little B illee ,

Now when they got so far as the E quator

’
They d nothing left b u t one split pea .

S ays gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy ,

I am extremely b u ngaree .

To gorging Jack says guzzling Jimmy ,

“ ’
We ve nothing left us must eat we
,
.

Says gorging Jack to guzzling Jimmy ,

With one another w eS ho uld agree !

’
There s little B ill he,
5 young and tender ,

’ ’ ”
We re old and tough so let s eat he
,
.

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 Oh ! B illy we re going to kill and eat
,
’

”
S o undo the bu tton of your chemie .

When B ill received this information

He used his pocket -
h an d k eh i e
rc .

First let me say my catechism ,

Which my poor mammy taught to me .

”
Make haste make haste, ,
says g u zzling Jim my ,

While Jack pull ed out his snickersnee .

S o B illy went up to the main top gallant mast -

And down he fell on his bended knee .

He scarce had come to the twelfth commandm ent

’
When up he j umps ,
There s land I see

Jerusalem and Madagascar ,

And N orth and S outh Am e

r ik e
e
’
There s the B ri t ish flag a -
riding at anchor ,

With Adm iral Napier K C B ,

. . .

So when they got aboard of the Adm iral s ’

He hanged fat Jack and flogged J i mm e

e
B ut as for little B ill he made him
,

The captain of a Seventy Three -

.

W I L L IA M M AKEPE AC E TH ACK E R AY ,

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Colder and louder blew the wind ,

A gale from the Northeast ;

The snow fell hissing in the brine ,

And the billows frothed like yeast .

D own came the storm and smote amain

,

The vessel in its strength ;

She shuddered and paused like a frighted ,

’
Then leaped her cable s length .

Come hither ! come hither ! my little da u ghter ,

And do not tremble 80

'

For I can weather the roughest gale

That ever wind di d blow .

’
He wrapped her warm in his seaman s
Against the stinging blast ;
He c u t a rope from a broken spar ,

And bound her to the mast .

O father ! I hear the church bells ring -

,

”
0 say W hat may it be
,
?
”
Tis a fog bell on a rock bo u nd coast
- -
!
And he steered for the open sea .

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 O father ! I hea r t he sound of guns .

Oh say what may

, ,
it be
Some shi p in di stress that ca n not live
,

”
In s u ch an angry sea !

0 father ! I see a gleaming light ,

”
Oh , say , what may it be ?
B u t the father answered never a word ,

A fro zen corpse was he .

Lashed to the helm all sti ff and stark

, ,

With his face turned to the skies ;

The lantern gleamed thro u gh the gleaming snow
On his fixed and glassy eyes .

Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed

e
,

That sav d she might be ;

And she tho u ght of Christ who st i lled the waves
, ,

On the Lake of Galilee .

An d fast thro u gh the midnight dark and

Thro u gh the W histling sleet and snow ,

Like a sheeted ghost the vessel swept

,

’
Towards the reef of Norman s Woe .

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And ever the fi t fu l g u sts between
A sound came from the land ;
It was the so u nd of the trampling s u rf ,

On the rocks and the hard sea sand -

.

The breakers were right beneath her bows ,

She drifted a weary wreck ,

And a whooping billow swep t the crew

Like icicles from her deck .

She struck where the white and fl e

ec y waves

Looked soft as car d ed wool

B u t the cr u el rocks they gored her side
, ,

Like the horns of an angry b ull .

Her rattling shrouds all sheathed in ice , ,

With the masts went by the board ;

,

Like a vessel of glass she stove and sank , ,

Ho ! ho ! the breakers roared !

At daybreak on the bleak sea beach

,
-
,

A fisherman stood aghast ,

T 0 see the form of a maiden fair

Lashed close to a drifting mast .

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 L ITTLE D AN D EL I O N

GAY little D andelion

Lights up the meads ,

Swings on her slender foo t ,

Telleth her beads ,

’
Lists to the robin s note
Po u red from above
Wise little D andelion
Asks not for love .

Col d lie the daisy banks

Clothed but in green ,

Where in the days agone

, ,

B right h u es were seen .

Wil d pinks are sl um bering ;

V iolets delay
True little D andelion
Greeteth the M ay .

B rave little D andelion

Fast fal l s the snow ,

B ending the da ffodi l s ’

Ha u ghty head l ow .

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Under that fl ey
e
c tent ,

Careless of cold ,

Blithe little D andelion

Co u nteth her gold .

Meek little D andelion

Groweth more fair ,

Til l dies the ambe r dew

O u t from her hair .

High tides the thi rst y sun ,

rc e
Fi e l y and high '

Faint little D andelion

e
Cl o s t h her eye .

Pale little D andelion ,

In her white shro u d ,

Heareth the angel breeze

Call from the cloud !

Tiny pl u mes fluttering

Make no delay !

Little winged D andelion

e
S o ar t h away .

H E L EN B B OS T W I CK
. .
 L U CY GR AY

OF T I had heard of L u cy Gray

And when I crossed the wild
, ,

I chanced to see at break of day

, ,

The solitary chil d .

No mate no comrade Lucy knew

,

She dwelt on a wide moor ,

The sweetest thing that ever grew

B eside a h u man door !

Yo u yet may spy the fawn at play ,

The hare u pon the green ;

B u t the sweet face of L u cy Gray
Wil l never m ore be seen .

To night will be a stormy

-
ni ght
Yo u to the town must go ;
And take a lantern Child to light, ,

”
Your mother through the snow .

That Father w i ll I gladly do

, ,

’
Tis scarcely afternoon
The minster clock has j u st str u ck two
-
,

”
An d yonder is the moon !
200
They wept and t u rning homeward
, ,

“ ”
In heaven we all shall meet ;
When in the snow the mother spied
’
The print of Lucy s feet .

Hal f breathless from the steep hill s edge ’

They tracked the footmarks small ;

And thro u gh the broken hawthorn hedge ,

And by the long stone wall .

And then an open field they crossed ;

The marks were still the same ;
They tracked them on nor ever lost ;
,

And to the bridge they came .

They followed from the snowy bank

Those footmarks one by one
, ,

Into the middl e of the plank ;

And farther there were none !

Yet some maintain that to this day

She is a livi ng child :

That yo u may see sweet L u cy Gray

Upon the l onesome wild .

20 2
O er ro u gh and smooth S h etrips along
’ ‘
,

And never looks behind ;

An d sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind .

W I L L I AM W OR D S WOR T H .

HU N T I N G SO N G
UP up ,
! ye dames and lasses gay !
To the meadows trip away .

’
Tis yo u m u st tend the flocks this morn ,

And scare the small birds from the corn .

Not a so ul at home may stay

For the shepherds m u st go
With lance and bow
To h u nt the wolf in the woods to day -
.

Leave the hearth and leave the ho u se

To the cricket and the mo u se
Find grannam out a sunny seat ,

With babe and lambkin at her feet .

Not a so u l at home may stay

For the shepherds m u st go
With lance and bow
To h u nt the wolf in the woods to day -
.

S AM U E L TAY L OR C OL E R ID G E .

20 3
 CUD D LE D OO N
TH E b a i r n i ecuddle
s doon at nicht ,

Wi muckle faucht an din

’ ’ '

’
Oh try an sleep ye waukrife rogues
, , ,

’ ”
Your father s comin in ’
.

They never heed a word I speak ;

’
I try to gi e a fr o o n ,
’
B ut aye I hap them up an cry , ,

“
0 b a i rn i e c u d dl e
s, doon !
”

’
Wee Jamie wi the curly heid
’
He aye sleeps neist the wa ,

’
B angs up an cries ,
I want a piece
’
The rascal starts them a .

I rin an fetch them pieces drinks

’
, ,

’
They stop awee the so u n
20 4
 I lift wee Jamie up the bed ,

’
An ,
as I straik each croon ,

I w hi sper t i ll my heart fil l s u p
, ,

O b ai r n i e
s c u ddle doon
,

The b a i r n i e
s c u ddle doon at ni cht ,

Wi mirth that s dear to me ;

’ ’

’ ’
B u t sune the big w a rl s cark a n care
Wil l q e doon
u at n their glee .

Yet come what will to ilka ane ,

M ay He wh o sits aboon
Ay ewhisper thou gh their pows
,
be ba uld ,

O b i i e c u ddl e doon
“
a rn s,

AL E ! A D N E R A ND E R S ON .

fauch t : s cu fi l i ng k i t t l in
’
: k
ti c l i n g

wau k r ife
: w a ke
fu l tae
s: to e s

gi
’
e gi e
: v fi t : f o ot
fr o on : frown s te
eks : s hu ts

h ap e : c ov r s t r ai k : s tro k e
ne i t et
s : n x w a rl
’
s : wor l d
’
s

pi e e mec thi g t
: so n o q u at e qi e
t n : u

a we e l i ttl e : a il k a eev ey e an : r on

l e l the
c a s : c o s ab n oob e : a ov

pow s h eda s

20 6
 W E A R E S EV E N
I MET a little cottage girl ,

She was eight years old she said ; ,

Her hair was thick with many a curl

That cl u stered ro u nd her head .

She had a r u stic woodl and air

, ,

An d she was W il dl y clad ;

Her eyes were fair and very fair ;
,

Her bea u ty made meglad .

Sisters and brothers little Maid , ,

”
How many may you be ?
How many ? Seven in all ,
she said ,

An d wondering looked at me .

And where are they ? I pray yo u tell .

She answered ,
“
Seven are w e
;
And two of us at Conway dwell ,

And two are gone to sea .

Two of u s in the ch u rch yard lie -

My sister and my brother ;

An d , in the church yard cottage , I
-

Dwell near them with my mother .

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 You say that two at Conway dw e
ll ,

And two are gone to sea ,

Yet ye are seven ! I pray yo u tell

”
Sweet M aid how this may be
,
.

Then did the little M aid reply ,

“
Seven boys and girls are we ;
Tw o of us in the church —yard lie ,

”
B eneath the church yard tree
-
.

Yo u run abo u t my little maid

, ,

Your limbs they are alive ;

If two are in the church yard laid -
,

Then ye are onl y five .

Their graves are green they may be seen

, ,

The little Maid replied ,

’
Twelve steps or more from my mother s door ,

And they are side by side .

My stockings there I often knit ,

My kerchief there I hem ;

An d there u pon the ground I sit ,

And sing a song to them .

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 B ut they are dead ; those two are dead !
”
Their spirits are in heaven !
’
Twas throwing words away ; fo r
The little Maid wo ul d have her
An d said ,
“
Nay ,
w eare seven !
”

W I L L IA M W OR D S WOR TH .

F ATH E R WILL I A M

Y OU are old Father William the young man said

‘

, , ,

“
And your hair has become very whi te ;
An d yet you incessantly stand on yo u r head
”
D o you thi nk at your age it is right ?
, ,

In my yo u th , Father William replied to his son ,

“
I feared it might inj ure the brain ;
’
B u t now that I m perfectly sure I have none ,

Why I do it again and again

,
.

You are old said the youth ,

as I mentioned before ,

And have grown most u ncommonly fat ;

Yet you turned a back somersa ul t in at the door
-

”
Pray what is the reason of that
,
?
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 In my youth said the sage as he sho ok his gray locks
, , ,

“
I kept all my limbs very supple
By the u se of this ointment —
on eshilling the box
”
Allow me to sell you a couple ?

You are old said the yo u th and your j aws are too weak
, ,

For anything to u gher than suet ;

Yet yo u fi nished the goose with the bones and the beak
,

”
Pray how did you manage t o do it
,
?

In my youth ,
said his father ,
I took to the law ,

And argued each case with my wife ;

An d the muscular strength which it gave to my j aw
”
Has lasted the rest of my life .

Yo u are old ,
said the yo u th ,
one wo ul d hardly s u ppose
That your eye w as as steady as ever ;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of yo u r nose
”
What made you so awf ul ly clever ?

I have answered three q u estions and that is eno u gh , ,

’
Said his father ; don t give yo u rself airs !

D o you thi n k I can listen all day to such st u ff ?

Be o ff , or I ll kick yo u down —stairs
’

L E WI S C ARR OLL .

2I I
 MY L ITT LE N E I GH B O R
’ ’
M Y little neighbor s table s set ,

And slyly he comes down the tree ,

His feet firm in each tiny fret

The bark has fashioned cunningly .

He pauses on a favorite knot ;

B eneath the oak his feast is spread ;
He asks no friend to share his lot
Or dine with him on acorn bread .

He keeps his whiskers t rim and neat ,

His tail with care he brushes through ;

He r u ns abo u t on all fo u r feet
When dining he sits up on two
, .

He has the latest stripe in furs ,

And wears them all the year arou nd ;

He does not mind the prick of burs
When there are chestn u ts to be fo u nd .

I watch his home and guard his store ,

’

A cozy hollow in a tree ;

He often sits within his door ,

And chatters wondro u s things to me .

M AR Y A U G U S T A M AS ON .
 ’
And now as o er the rocks and dells
,

The gallant chidings rise ,

’
All S nowdon s craggy chaos
The many mingled cries -

That day Llewelyn little loved

The chase of hart or hare ,

And scant and small the booty proved

e
,

For G l e
rt w as not there .

Unpleased Llewelyn homeward,

When near the portal seat

e
, ,

His tr u ant G l e
r t he espied

B o u nding his lord to greet .

B ut when he gained his castle door

, ,

Aghast the hieftain stood

C

The ho u nd all o er was ’

s m ed ar
’

His lips his fangs ran blood

, ,
.

Llewelyn ga zed with fierce s u rprise

Unuse d s u ch looks to meet ,

His ’
fa V r i t eh ek d
c c
’
his j oyful g u ise ,

’ ’
And c r o u ch d and l i ck d his feet .

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Onward in haste Llewelyn a
p ss
’
d,
And on went G él et too
r ,

’
And still where er his eyes he cast
, ,

S h o ck
’
Fresh blood go u ts -
d his View .

O
’
et
r u rn
’
d his infant s bed he fo u nd ’
,

’
Wi th blood -
s t ai n d covert rent ;
And all a round the walls and gro u nd ,

With recent blood besprent .

’
He c al l d his child no voice replied ;
,

He sear ched with terror wi ld

’
B lood blood he fo u nd on ev ry side ;
,

B u t nowhere fo u nd his child .

Hell ho u nd
-
! my c hi ld by thee s ’
d e vo ur
’
d !

The franti c father cried ;

And to the hilt his vengeful sword
He plunged in G él et
r
’
s side .

His Su ppliant looks as prone he

No pity co u ld impart ;
B u t still his G él e
r t s dying yell
’

’ ’
P ass d heavy o er his heart .

2 15
Aro u sed by G l e
e rt s
’
dying yell
S ome sl u mb
’
r ew k ed
r a n
’
nigh
’
What words the parent s j oy could
’
To hear his infant s cry !

Co n c el d
a
’
beneath a tumbled heap
His h u rried search had mi ss ’
d,
Al l glowing from his rosy sleep ,
kiss d
’
The cher u b boy he .

Nor scath had he nor harm nor dread ; , ,

B u t the same co u ch beneath

Lay a gaunt wolf all torn and dead , ,

Tremendo u s still in death .

’
Ah what was then Llewelyn s pain
,
!
For now the tr u th was clear ;
His gallant ho u nd the wolf had Slain .

’
To save Llewelyn s heir .

V ain , vain was all Llewelyn s ’

wo e
“
B est of thy kind adie u ,
!
The franti c blo w which laid thee low , ,

This heart shall ever r u e .

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 I WIL L LIFT UP M IN E EYE S

I W IL L lift up mine eyes u nto the hills from whence cometh

my help .

My help cometh from the Lord which made H eaven an d

earth .

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved .

He t hat keepeth thee will not slumber

B ehold he that keepeth Israel shall neither sl u mb e
r nor
sleep .

The Lord is thy keep er .

The L ord is thy shade u pon thy right hand .

The s u n shall not smit e thee by day nor the moon by

,

night .

The Lord shall preserve thee from all

He shall preserve thy so u l .

The Lord S hall preserve thy going o u t and thy coming i n ,

From t hi s time forth and even for evermore

,
.

C! ! I P S AL M .

2 18
 I N D E! OF FI R ST LI N E S

A b i rdi e w i th a y e ll o w b ill
A b l a ck n o se -
d ki tt e n w ill s l u mb e r al l t he d ay ,

A c a p it a l s h i p fo r a n o ce an t r i p ,

A f a r me r we n t r i di n g u p o n h i s gr a y m a r e ,

A f ro g h e w o u ld a w o o i n g go -
,

A littl e f a i ry co me s a t ni gh t ;

All t h i n gs b r igh t an d b e a u tif u l ,

“
An d w h e re h a ve you b e e n my M a ry , ,

At e ve n i ng wh e n I go t o b e d ,

Au ld D a ddy D a r k n e ss c re ep s f r ae hi s h o le ,

B ob b y S h a ft oet e ’
s go n o s a,

B y the S h e f Gi t h e
or s o G me e c u ,

C me
a . i g b mb l e
a ro a r n be e u -

C me
o c ddl eu cl e i d dd y c t os n a 5 oa ,

D k b w i t h ei e
ar ro n s r v r,

F ll f t h m fi e
u a t h y f t h eli e
o v a r s

G y littl e
a D deli an on

Gi l
r s an d b y c me t t p l yo s, o ou o a ,

Go o d -
n i gh t Go o d -
n i gh t

Go o d ol eF i i e
d mo th r a r ,

Gr as sh o pp eG e
ei c mi
r r n s a o ca l ch a p
2 19
 Gr ea t wi d e
,
be a u tif u l
,
won de r f ul Wo r ld
, ,

Ha r k h ar k t h e l a rk a t h eave n s ga t e
’
si n gs ,

He co mes in t h e n i gh t he co m e s in t h en i gh t

H ew as a r a t , a n d s h ew a s a rat ,

Hi gh u po n H i gh l a n d s an d l o w u p o n T ay ,

H u sh t h e w ave s ar e ro lli n g i n ,

If n o o n e e
ve r m a rr i e s me ,

JI f t he b u tt erfl
y co u r t e d the be e ,

I h ave a littl e S h a d o w t h a t go e s i n a n d o u t w i th m e ,

I k n o w a f u n n y littl e man ,

I kn ow t h e so n g t h a t t h e b l ue b i r d i s s i n gi n g ,

I lik e l i ttl ep u s sy h e
,
r c o a t i s s o w a rm

I me t a littl e c o tt age gi r l ,

I n w i n te r I ge t u p a t n i gh t

I o n ce h a d a sw e e t littl e d o ll d e ars , ,

“
I s ai d t h e
,
”
d u ck I c a ll i t fu n
,
“
,

I saw a sh i p a saili n g-
,

I saw a sh i p a sa ili n g
-
,

I saw y o u t o ss t h e ki te s o n hi gh ,

It w a s a s u mm e r s e
’
ve ni ng ,

It w as t h e s ch o o n er He s pe rus ,

I w ill lift up m in e eye s u n to t h e h i ll s

L a dy b i r d ! L a d y b i r d ! fl y a w ay h o m e ;

L a dy M o o n L a d y M o o n w h e re are
”
, ,
Yo u ro vi n g ?

L i ttl e d ro p s o f w a t e r littl e
, gr a i n s o f s an d ,

2 20
 k
R oc a y- -
b h
,
u s h-
a —b y l i ttl e
, p a p o o se ,

S a id t h e Wi n d t o t h e “
M o o n I w i ll b l o w y o u o u t ;
,

S i n g a so n g o f s i x p e n ce ,

S ke e te r s a m a h u mm i n o n d e h on e y s u ckl e vi n e
’
, .

S o me h ae me a t an d can n a e at ,

S to rm u po n t h e m o un t a i n ,

Sw e et a n d l o w swe
,
et and l o w ,

Th an k y o u p re ,
tty c o w th a t m a d e
,

Th e b a i rn i e s c u ddl e d o o n a t n i ch t ,

Th e ci t y m o u s e l i ve s i n a h o u se ;

Th e co a ch i s at t h e do o r at l as t ;
Th e c o ck i s c ro wi n g ,

Th e d o o r w a s S h u t a s do o r s sh o u ld b e
, ,

Th e fi ne s t b i gge
,
s t fi s h y o u se
,
e ,

Th e Fo x se t o u t i n a h u n gry p li gh t ,

Th e f ri e n dl y c o w a l l r e d a n d w h it e ,

Th e Fr o s t l o o k e d fo r th o n e s till cl e a r n i gh t
, ,

Th e le a ve s are f a din g an d f alli n g ,

Th e li o n a n d t h e u n ic o rn

Th e L o r d i s m y sh e ph e r d ; I s h a ll n o t w a n t .

Th e M an i n t h e Mo o n a s h e s a il s t h e sk V

Th e m o o n h as a f a c e lik e the cl o ck i n t h e h a ll

Th e owl an d t h e e e l an d th e w a rm i n g pan ,

Th e Owl a n d t h e P u ssy c a t w e n t t o se a

Th e r a i n i s r a i n i n g al l a r o u n d ,

222
Th e re d we lt a mi ll e r h al e a n d b o ld

Th e re s no de w le ft o n t h e d aisi es a n d cl o v e
’
r ,

Th e re w a s a n Ol d m a n wh o s a i d H ow ,

Th e re w as a n o l d w o ma n a s I v e he ar d te ll
’
, ,

Th e re w a s a y o u ng l a dy w h o se b onne t
Th e re we re th re egy p s i e s a c o me -
t o my d o o r ,

Th e re we re th re e! o vi a l We l sh m en ,

Th e re we re th re esai l o r s o f B ri s to l city
Th e sp e a r me n he ar d t h e b ugl e so u n d ,

Th e wo o d s a r e f ull o f f ai ri e s

Th e w o r ld i s s o f u ll o f a n u mb e r o f t hi n gs ,

Th e wo r ld s a v e r y h a pp y p l a c e
’
,

Th e y we n t t o se a i n a si e ve th ey did ;
,

Th i s i s h o w t h e fl owe rs gr o w

Thi s i s t h e w ay t h e m o rn i n g d aw n s
Th r e el i ttl eb ugs i n a b a sk e t .

To w hi t t o W h i t t o wh e e!
“ - - -
, ,

’
Tw a s Fr id ay mo rn w h e n we set sai l ,

’
Tw as o n t h e S h o re s th a t r o un d o u r c o a s t

’
Tw a s t h e n i gh t b e fo re C h r i s tmas w h e n a l l t h ro u gh
,
th eh e
o us

Tw e n t y f ro ggi e s we n t t o sch o o l

Tw i n kl etw i n kl el i ttl e
, , s tar

Two l i ttl e kitt e ns one ,

s t o r my n i gh t ,

Un d e r a sp r e a di n g c h e s tn u t t re e
Un d e r a to adsto o l

2 23
Un d e r my w i n d o w u n d e
,
r my w i n d o w ,

U p up y e
, dame s a n d l a ss e s gay

Up t h e a i ry m o u n t a i n ,

We b u i lt a sh i p u p o n t h e s ta irs

Wh a t d o e s littl e b i r di e s ay
,

Wh e n at h o me a lo n e I si t

Wh e n c a t s r u n h o me a n d li gh t i s c o m e ,

Wh e n ch e rr i es gr o w o n a pp l e t re,
es

Wh e n c hi ld r e n are p lay i n g a lo n e on the gr een ,

Wh e ne ve r the m o o n a n d s t a rs a r e se t ,

Wh e n f a th e r ta ke s h i s s p a de t o di g ,

Wh e n go o d K i n g Ar t h u r r u l e d t h i s l an d ,

Wh e n I w as a b a ch e l o r I li ve d b y my se lf ,

Wh e re are y o u go i n g m y littl e e
“ ”
,
at ?

Wh e re d o al l t h e d a i si es go ?

Wh e re the po o l s are b r i gh t an d d e e p ,

Wh ich i s t h e w i n d t h a t b r i n gs t h e co ld ?
Wh o co m e s d a n c i n g o ve r t he sn o w
,

Wh o h as s e e n the wi n d ?
“
Will y o u w a lk a littl e fa s t e
r ?
”

Wy n k e n B ly n ke
,
n a n d No d o n e
,
n i gh t

Y o u ar e o l d F a th e the
“ ”
,
r Willi a m , y o u n g m an

2 24
 I
U N V ER S ITY OF C A L I F O R N I A AT L O S A NG E L E S
TH E U N I V E R S IT Y L I B R A R Y

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ast d at et
s a mp e
d be
l wo

At 15 195 2
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8 195 4

LESS? E 6 2325 4 .

an 1943 S EE i l 98!
,

J AN 2 2 l 945 .

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