A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased a simple tale to hear —Long has paled that…
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Five little girls, of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun. Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six:Sitting down to lessons –…
A Mother’s breast: Safe refuge from her childish fears, From childish troubles, childish tears, Mists that enshroud her dawning years! see how in sleep she seems to sing A voiceless…
He thought he saw an ElephantThat practised on a fife:He looked again, and found it wasA letter from his wife.“At length I realize,” he said,“The bitterness of life!” He thought…
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn’t seem to miss him if he stayed away. And cannot…
Little maidens, when you look On this little story-book, Reading with attentive eye Its enticing history, Never think that hours of play Are your only HOLIDAY, And that in a…
All in the golden afternoonFull leisurely we glide;For both our oars, with little skill,By little arms are plied,While little hands make vain pretenseOur wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In…
AY, ’twas here, on this spot,In that summer of yore,Atalanta did notVote my presence a bore,Nor reply to my tenderest talk “She hadheard all that nonsense before.” She’d the brooch…
“SISTER, sister, go to bed! Go and rest your weary head.” Thus the prudent brother said. “Do you want a battered hide, Or scratches to your face applied?” Thus his…
Inscribed to a Dear Child:In Memory of Golden Summer HoursAnd Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,Eager she wields her *****: yet loves as…
Lady Clara Vere de VereWas eight years old, she said:Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her little porringer:Of me she shall not win renown:For the…
A boat, beneath a sunny skyLingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July — Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing earPleased a simple tale to hear — Long has…
Blow, blow your trumpets till they *****,Ye little men of little souls!And bid them huddle at your back –Gold-******* leeches, shoals on shoals! Fill all the air with hungry wails…
The Bellman’s Speech The Bellman himself they all praised to the skies–Such a carriage, such ease and such grace!Such solemnity, too! One could see he was wise,The moment one looked…
I There was an ancient City, stricken downWith a strange frenzy, and for many a dayThey paced from morn to eve the crowded town,And danced the night away. I asked…
From his shoulder HiawathaTook the camera of rosewood,Made of sliding, folding rosewood;Neatly put it all together.In its case it lay compactly,Folded into nearly nothing; But he opened out the hinges,Pushed…
FROM his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In its case it lay compactly, Folded into nearly nothing; But…
First the Governor, the Father: He suggested velvet curtains looped about a massy pillar; And the corner of a table, Of a rosewood dining-table. He would hold a scroll of…
Next the Son, the Stunning-Cantab: He suggested curves of beauty, Curves pervading all his figure, Which the eye might follow onward, Till they centered in the breast-pin, Centered in the…
How doth the little crocodileImprove his shining tail,And pour the waters of the NileOn every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grinHow neatly spreads his claws,And welcomes little fishes…
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesdid gyre and gimble in the wabe.All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that…
The day was wet, the rain fell *****Like jars of strawberry jam, [1] asound was heard in the old henhouse,A beating of a hammer. Of stalwart form, and visage warm,Two…
Little Birds are diningWarily and well,Hid in mossy cell:Hid, I say, by waitersGorgeous in their gaiters –I’ve a Tale to tell. Little Birds are feedingJustices with jam,Rich in frizzled ham:Rich,…
I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said “You must not weep” If, full of mirth,…
I painted her a gushing thing,With years about a score;I little thought to find they wereA least a dozen more;My fancy gave her eyes of blue,A curly auburn head:I came…