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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading
+by Horace Elisha Scudder, editor
+
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+Title: Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading
+       Selected from English and American Literature
+
+Author: Horace Elisha Scudder, editor
+
+Release Date: November 26, 2003 [EBook #10294]
+
+Language: English
+
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK VERSE AND PROSE ***
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+
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+VERSE AND PROSE
+
+FOR
+
+BEGINNERS IN READING
+
+
+
+
+
+_SELECTED FROM ENGLISH AND AMERICAN LITERATURE_
+
+1893
+
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+The attentive reader of this little book will be apt to notice very soon
+that though its title is _Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading_,
+the verse occupies nine tenths, the prose being confined to about two
+hundred proverbs and familiar sayings--some of them, indeed, in
+rhyme--scattered in groups throughout the book. The reason for this will
+be apparent as soon as one considers the end in view in the preparation
+of this compilation.
+
+The _Riverside Primer and Reader_, as stated in its Introduction, "is
+designed to serve as the sole text-book in reading required by a pupil.
+When he has mastered it he is ready to make the acquaintance of the
+world's literature in the English tongue." In that book, therefore, the
+pupil was led by easy exercises to an intelligent reading of pieces of
+literature, both verse and prose, so that he might become in a slight
+degree familiar with literature before he parted with his sole
+text-book. But the largest space had, of necessity, to be given to
+practice work, which led straight to literature, indeed, though to a
+small quantity only. The verse offered in that book was drawn from
+nursery rhymes and from a few of the great masters of poetical form; the
+prose was furnished by a selection of proverbs, some of the simplest
+folk stories, and two passages, closing the book, from the Old and New
+Testaments.
+
+The pupil, upon laying down his _Primer and Reader_ and proposing to
+enter the promised land of literature, could find a volume of prose
+consisting of _Fables and Folk Stories_, into the pleasures of which he
+had already been initiated; but until now he could find no volume of
+poetry especially prepared for him which should fulfill the promise of
+the verse offered to him in his _Primer and Reader_. Be it remembered
+that he was not so much to read verse written expressly for him, as to
+overhear the great poets when they sang so simply, so directly, and yet
+with so penetrating a note that the burden of their song, full, it may
+be, to the child's elders, would have an awakening power for the child
+himself. As so often said, a child can receive and delight in a poem
+through the ear long before he is able to attain the same pleasure
+through the eye; and there are many poems in such a book, for example,
+as Miss Agnes Repplier's _A Book of Famous Verse_, wholly delightful for
+a child to listen to which yet it would be impossible for him to read to
+himself.
+
+The agreeable task of the editor, therefore, was to search English and
+American literature for those poems which had fallen from the lips of
+poets with so sweet a cadence and in such simple notes that they would
+offer but slight difficulties to a child who had mastered the rudiments
+of reading. It was by no means necessary that such poems should have had
+an audience of children in mind nor have taken childhood for a subject,
+though it was natural that a few of the verses should prove to be
+suggested by some aspect of child-life. The selection must be its own
+advocate, but it may be worth while to point out that the plan of the
+book supposes an easy approach to the more serious poems by means of the
+light ditties of the nursery; that there is no more reason for depriving
+a child of honest fun in his verse than there is for condemning the
+child's elders to grave poetry exclusively; and that it is not necessary
+or even desirable for a poem to come at once within the reader's
+comprehension. To take an extreme case, Tennyson's lines "Break, Break,
+Break!" would no doubt be ruled out of such a book as this by many in
+sympathy with children; yet the unexplainable power of the poem is not
+beyond the apprehension of sensitive natures at an early age.
+
+The contents have been gleaned from a number of sources, and the editor
+is glad to mingle with the names of the secure dwellers on Parnassus
+those of some living Americans and Englishmen. He does not pretend that
+he has made an exhaustive collection, but he hopes the book may be
+regarded as the nucleus for an anthology which cannot, in the nature of
+things, be very large.
+
+The prose, as already intimated, is confined to groups of proverbs and
+familiar sayings. In one aspect these single lines of prose present
+difficulties to the young reader: they are condensed forms of
+expression, even though the words may be simple; but they offer the
+convenient small change of intellectual currency which it is well for
+one to be supplied with at an early stage of one's journey, and they
+afford to the teacher a capital opportunity for conversational and other
+exercises.
+
+The order of this book is in a general way from the easy to the more
+difficult, with an attempt, also, at an agreeable variety. The editor
+has purposely avoided breaking up the book into lesson portions or
+giving it the air of a text-book. There is no reason why children should
+not read books as older people read them, for pleasure, and dissociate
+them from a too persistent notion of tasks. It is entirely possible that
+some teachers may find it out of the question to lead their classes
+straight through this book, but there is nothing to forbid them from
+judicious skipping, or, what is perhaps more to the point, from helping
+pupils over a difficult word or phrase when it is encountered; the
+interest which the child takes will carry him over most hard places. It
+would be a capital use of the book also if teachers were to draw upon it
+for poems which their pupils should, in the suggestive phrase, learn by
+heart. To this purpose the contents are singularly well adapted; for,
+from the single line proverb to a poem by Wordsworth, there is
+such a wide range of choice that the teacher need not resort to the
+questionable device of giving children fragments and bits of verse and
+prose to commit to memory. One of the greatest services we can do the
+young mind is to accustom it to the perception of _wholes_, and whether
+this whole be a lyric or a narrative poem like Evangeline, it is almost
+equally important that the young reader should learn to hold it as such
+in his mind. To treat a poem as a mere quarry out of which a
+particularly smooth stone can be chipped is to misinterpret poetry. A
+poem is a statue, not a quarry.
+
+H.E.S.
+
+BOSTON, _October_, 1893.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+ALPHABET                                     _Mother Goose_
+
+A DEWDROP                          _Frank Dempster Sherman_
+
+BEES                               _Frank Dempster Sherman_
+
+RHYMES.
+  Baa, baa, black sheep
+  Bless you, bless you, burnie bee
+  Bow, wow, wow
+  Bye, baby bunting                          _Mother Goose_
+
+STAR LIGHT                                        _Unknown_
+
+THE LITTLE MOON                                _A.B. White_
+
+TO A HONEY-BEE                                 _Alice Gary_
+
+RHYMES.
+  A cat came fiddling
+  A dillar, a dollar
+  As I was going to St. Ives
+  As I was going up Pippen Hill
+  A swarm of bees in May                     _Mother Goose_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABET                             _Edward Lear_
+
+THE EGG IN THE NEST                               _Unknown_
+
+RHYMES
+  Hey! diddle diddle
+  Pussy sits beside the fire
+  Ding dong bell                             _Mother Goose_
+
+DAISIES                            _Frank Dempster Sherman_
+
+SPINNING TOP                       _Frank Dempster Sherman_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+RHYMES.
+  Bobby Shafto's gone to sea
+  Every lady in this land
+  Great A, little a
+  Hark, hark
+  Sing a song of sixpence
+  Hickory, dickory dock
+  Hot-cross buns!
+  How does my lady's garden grow?
+  Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
+  Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top
+  Some little mice sat in a barn to spin
+  If all the world were apple-pie
+  If wishes were horses
+  I have a little sister                     _Mother Goose_
+WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST?              _Lydia Maria Child_
+RHYMES.
+  I saw a ship a-sailing
+  Jack and Jill went up the hill
+  Little Bo-peep
+  Little boy blue
+  Little girl, little girl
+  Little Jack Horner sat in the corner
+  Little Johnny Pringle had a little pig
+  Little Miss Muffet
+  There was a little man
+  Little Tommy Tacker                        _Mother Goose_
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+HAPPY THOUGHT                      _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+THE SUN'S TRAVELS                  _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+MY BED IS A BOAT                   _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+THE SWING                          _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+RHYMES
+  Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
+  Mistress Mary, quite contrary
+  Old King Cole
+  Old Mother Hubbard                         _Mother Goose_
+RUNAWAY BROOK                            _Eliza Lee Fallen_
+BED IN SUMMER                      _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+AT THE SEASIDE                     _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS                     _Thomas Moore_
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+  Three little kittens
+  Once I saw a little bird
+  One misty, moisty morning
+  Peter Piper
+  Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross
+  Three wise men of Gotham
+  See, saw, sacradown
+  Simple Simon met a pieman                  _Mother Goose_
+
+PRETTY COW                                    _Jane Taylor_
+
+THE STAR                                      _Jane Taylor_
+
+MARY'S LAMB                             _Sara Josepha Hale_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+RHYMES
+  Solomon Grundy
+  The King of France
+  The man in the wilderness
+  There was a crooked man
+  Tom, Tom, the piper's son
+  There was a little boy
+  There was a man of our town
+  This pig went to market
+  Tom, Tom, of Islington                     _Mother Goose_
+
+WEE WILLIE WINKIE                          _William Miller_
+
+SINGING                            _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+
+THE COW                            _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+
+GOOD-NIGHT AND GOOD-MORNING       _Richard Monckton Milnes_
+
+MOTHER'S EYES                               _Mary D.B.Hull_
+
+THE LAND OF NOD                    _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+RHYMES
+  When I was a little boy
+  Where are you going, my pretty maid?
+  Who killed Cock Robin                      _Mother Goose_
+
+EPITAPH FOR ROBIN REDBREAST          _Edith Matilda Thomas_
+
+PLAY WITH ME                         _Edith Matilda Thomas_
+
+THE PIPER                                   _William Blake_
+
+INFANT JOY                                  _William Blake_
+
+THE LAMB                                    _William Blake_
+
+THE LITTLE BOY LOST                         _William Blake_
+
+THE LITTLE BOY FOUND                        _William Blake_
+
+ON THE VOWELS                              _Jonathan Swift_
+
+LETTERS                               _Ralph Waldo Emerson_
+
+ON A CIRCLE                                _Jonathan Swift_
+
+ARIEL'S SONG                          _William Shakespeare_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+SONG                                          _Thomas Hood_
+
+YOUTH AND AGE                                 _Thomas Hood_
+
+UPON SUSANNA'S FEET                        _Robert Herrick_
+
+UPON A CHILD THAT DIED                     _Robert Herrick_
+
+CHERRY-RIPE                                _Robert Herrick_
+
+ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION      _Samuel Taylor Coleridge_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+"ONE, TWO, THREE!"                    _Henry Cuyler Bunner_
+
+THE BIRD AND ITS NEST                     _Alfred Tennyson_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+WINDY NIGHTS                       _Robert Louis Stevenson_
+
+NONSENSE VERSES                               _Edward Lear_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+SONG                                         _Robert Burns_
+
+SWEET AND LOW                             _Alfred Tennyson_
+
+AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF                 _Isaac Watts_
+
+"BREAK, BREAK, BREAK"                     _Alfred Tennyson_
+
+THE ARROW AND THE SONG         _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR                       _Edward Lear_
+
+THE OWL                                   _Alfred Tennyson_
+
+THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT                     _Edward Lear_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+FABLE                                 _Ralph Waldo Emerson_
+
+WRITTEN IN MARCH                       _William Wordsworth_
+
+THOSE EVENING BELLS                          _Thomas Moore_
+
+TO A BUTTERFLY                         _William Wordsworth_
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS
+
+LUCY                                   _William Wordsworth_
+
+LUCY GRAY, OR SOLITUDE                 _William Wordsworth_
+
+POOR SUSAN                             _William Wordsworth_
+
+
+
+
+VERSE AND PROSE FOR BEGINNERS IN READING.
+
+
+ALPHABET.
+
+A was an apple-pie;
+B bit it;
+C cut it;
+D dealt it;
+E ate it;
+F fought for it;
+G got it;
+H had it;
+J joined it;
+K kept it;
+L longed for it:
+M mourned for it;
+N nodded at it;
+O opened it;
+P peeped into it;
+Q quartered it;
+R ran for it;
+S stole it;
+T took it;
+V viewed it;
+W wanted it;
+X, Y, Z, and amperse-and,
+All wished for a piece in hand.
+
+
+
+A DEWDROP.
+
+Little drop of dew,
+  Like a gem you are;
+I believe that you
+  Must have been a star.
+
+When the day is bright,
+  On the grass you lie;
+Tell me then, at night
+  Are you in the sky?
+
+
+
+BEES.
+
+Bees don't care about the snow;
+I can tell you why that's so:
+
+Once I caught a little bee
+Who was much too warm for me!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Baa, baa, black sheep,
+  Have you any wool?
+Yes, marry, have I,
+  Three bags full;
+
+One for my master,
+  And one for my dame,
+But none for the little boy
+  Who cries in the lane.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Bless you, bless you, burnie bee;
+Say, when will your wedding be?
+If it be to-morrow day,
+Take your wings and fly away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Bow, wow, wow,
+Whose dog art thou?
+Little Tom Tinker's dog,
+Bow, wow, wow.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Bye, baby bunting,
+Daddy's gone a-hunting,
+To get a little rabbit skin
+To wrap the baby bunting in.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Star light, star bright,
+First star I see to-night;
+I wish I may, I wish I might,
+Have the wish I wish to-night.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The little moon came out too soon,
+And in her fright looked thin and white,
+  The stars then shone,
+  And every one
+Twinkled and winked and laughed and blinked.
+The great sun now rolled forth in might
+And drove them all quite out of sight.
+
+
+
+TO A HONEY-BEE.
+
+"Busy-body, busy-body,
+  Always on the wing,
+Wait a bit, where you have lit,
+  And tell me why you sing."
+
+Up, and in the air again,
+  Flap, flap, flap!
+And now she stops, and now she drops
+  Into the rose's lap.
+
+"Come, just a minute come,
+  From your rose so red."
+Hum, hum, hum, hum--
+  That was all she said.
+
+"Busy-body, busy-body,
+  Always light and gay,
+It seems to me, for all I see,
+  Your work is only play."
+
+And now the day is sinking to
+  The goldenest of eves,
+And she doth creep for quiet sleep
+  Among the lily-leaves.
+
+"Come, just a moment come,
+  From your snowy bed."
+Hum, hum, hum, hum--
+  That was all she said.
+
+But, the while I mused, I learned
+  The secret of her way:
+Do my part with cheerful heart,
+  And turn my work to play.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A cat came fiddling out of a barn,
+With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;
+She could sing nothing but fiddle-de-dee,
+The mouse has married the bumble-bee;
+Pipe, cat,--dance, mouse,--
+We'll have a wedding at our good house.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  A dillar, a dollar,
+  A ten o'clock scholar,
+What makes you come so soon?
+You used to come at ten o'clock,
+But now you come at noon.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  As I was going to St. Ives,
+  I met a man with seven wives;
+  Every wife had seven sacks,
+  Every sack had seven cats,
+  Every cat had seven kits:
+  Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
+How many were there going to St. Ives?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+As I was going up Pippen Hill,--
+  Pippen Hill was dirty,--
+There I met a pretty miss,
+  And she dropped me a curtsy.
+
+Little miss, pretty miss,
+  Blessings light upon you;
+If I had half-a-crown a day,
+  I'd spend it all upon you.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A swarm of bees in May
+Is worth a load of hay;
+A swarm of bees in June
+Is worth a silver spoon;
+A swarm of bees in July
+Is not worth a fly.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+As blind as a bat.
+As broad as it is long.
+As cross as two sticks.
+As dark as pitch.
+As dead as a door nail.
+As dead as a herring.
+As full as an egg is of meat.
+As hot as toast.
+As like as two peas.
+As merry as a cricket.
+As plain as the nose on a man's face.
+As quiet as a mouse.
+As sharp as a razor.
+As straight as an arrow.
+As sweet as honey.
+As true as steel.
+As weak as water.
+
+
+
+NONSENSE ALPHABET.
+
+A was an ant
+Who seldom stood still,
+And who made a nice house
+In the side of a hill.
+  Nice little ant!
+
+B was a bat,
+Who slept all the day,
+And fluttered about
+When the sun went away.
+  Brown little bat!
+
+C was a camel:
+You rode on his hump;
+And if you fell off,
+You came down such a bump!
+  What a high camel!
+
+D was a duck
+With spots on his back,
+Who lived in the water,
+And always said "Quack!"
+  Dear little duck!
+
+E was an elephant,
+Stately and wise:
+He had tusks and a trunk,
+And two queer little eyes.
+  Oh, what funny small eyes!
+
+F was a fish
+Who was caught in a net;
+But he got out again,
+And is quite alive yet.
+  Lively young fish!
+
+G was a goat
+Who was spotted with brown:
+When he did not lie still
+He walked up and down.
+  Good little goat!
+
+H was a hat
+Which was all on one side;
+Its crown was too high,
+And its brim was too wide.
+  Oh, what a hat!
+
+I was some ice
+So white and so nice,
+But which nobody tasted;
+And so it was wasted.
+  All that good ice!
+
+J was a jug,
+So pretty and white,
+With fresh water in it
+At morning and night.
+  Nice little jug!
+
+K was a kite
+Which flew out of sight,
+Above houses so high,
+Quite into the sky.
+  Fly away, kite!
+L was a lily,
+So white and so sweet!
+To see it and smell it
+Was quite a nice treat.
+  Beautiful lily!
+
+M was a man,
+Who walked round and round;
+And he wore a long coat
+That came down to the ground.
+  Funny old man!
+
+N was a net
+Which was thrown In the sea
+To catch fish for dinner
+For you and for me.
+  Nice little net!
+
+O was an orange
+So yellow and round:
+When it fell off the tree,
+It fell down to the ground.
+  Down to the ground!
+
+P was a polly.
+All red, blue, and green,--
+The most beautiful polly
+That ever was seen.
+  Poor little polly!
+Q was a quail
+With a very short tail;
+And he fed upon corn
+In the evening and morn.
+  Quaint little quail!
+
+R was a rabbit,
+Who had a bad habit
+Of eating the flowers
+In gardens and bowers.
+  Naughty fat rabbit!
+
+S was the sugar-tongs,
+Nippity-nee,
+To take up the sugar
+To put in our tea.
+  Nippity-nee!
+
+T was a tortoise,
+All yellow and black:
+He walked slowly away,
+And he never came back.
+  Torty never came back!
+
+U was an urn
+All polished and bright,
+And full of hot water
+At noon and at night.
+  Useful old urn!
+
+V was a veil
+With a border upon it,
+And a ribbon to tie it
+All round a pink bonnet.
+  Pretty green veil!
+
+W was a watch,
+Where, in letters of gold,
+The hour of the day
+You might always behold.
+  Beautiful watch!
+
+Y was a yew,
+Which flourished and grew
+By a quiet abode
+Near the side of a road.
+  Dark little yew!
+
+Z was a zebra,
+All striped white and black;
+And if he were tame,
+You might ride on his back.
+  Pretty striped zebra!
+
+
+
+THE EGG IN THE NEST.
+
+There was a tree stood in the ground,
+The prettiest tree you ever did see;
+The tree in the wood, and the wood in the ground,
+And the green grass growing all around.
+
+And on this tree there was a limb,
+The prettiest limb you ever did see;
+The limb on the tree, and the tree in the wood,
+The tree in the wood, and the wood in the ground,
+And the green grass growing all around.
+
+And on this limb there was a bough,
+The prettiest bough you ever did see;
+The bough on the limb, and the limb on the tree,
+The limb on the tree, and the tree in the wood,
+The tree in the wood, and the wood in the ground,
+And the green grass growing all around.
+
+Now on this bough there was a nest,
+And in this nest there were some eggs,
+The prettiest eggs you ever did see;
+Eggs in the nest, and the nest on the bough,
+The bough on the limb, and the limb on the tree,
+The limb on the tree, and the tree in the wood,
+The tree in the wood, and the wood in the ground,
+And the green grass growing all around,
+And the green grass growing all around.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Hey! diddle, diddle,
+  The cat and the fiddle,
+The cow jumped over the moon;
+  The little dog laughed
+  To see such sport,
+And the dish ran away with the spoon.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Pussy sits beside the fire,
+  How can she be fair?
+In comes the little dog,
+  "Pussy, are you there?
+So, so, dear Mistress Pussy,
+  Pray tell me how do you do?"
+"Thank you, thank you, little dog,
+  I'm very well just now."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Ding dong bell,
+  The cat's in the well!
+  Who put her in?--
+  Little Johnny Green.
+  Who pulled her out?--
+  Big Johnny Stout.
+What a naughty boy was that
+To drown poor pussy cat,
+Who never did him any harm,
+But killed the mice in his father's barn!
+
+
+
+DAISIES.
+
+At evening when I go to bed
+I see the stars shine overhead;
+They are the little daisies white
+That dot the meadow of the Night.
+
+And often while I'm dreaming so,
+Across the sky the Moon will go;
+It 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 skies;
+She's picked them all and dropped them down
+Into the meadows of the town.
+
+
+
+SPINNING TOP.
+
+When I spin round without a stop
+And keep my balance like the top,
+I find that soon the floor will swim
+Before my eyes; and then, like him,
+I lie all dizzy on the floor
+Until I feel like spinning more.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+
+Every dog has its day.
+Every horse thinks his own pack heaviest.
+Every little helps.
+Every man for himself, and God for us all.
+Faint heart never won fair lady.
+Fair words butter no parsnips.
+Fine feathers make fine birds.
+Follow the river and you will get to the sea.
+Fools build houses, and wise men live in them.
+For every evil under the sun, there is a remedy, or there is none;
+  If there be one, try and find It; if there be none, never mind it.
+For want of a nail the shoe is lost; for want of a shoe the horse is lost;
+  for want of a horse the rider is lost.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Bobby Shafto's gone to sea,
+With silver buckles at his knee;
+He'll come back and marry me,--
+  Pretty Bobby Shafto!
+
+Bobby Shafto's fat and fair,
+Combing out his yellow hair,
+He's my love for evermore,--
+  Pretty Bobby Shafto!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Every lady in this land
+Has twenty nails upon each hand
+Five and twenty on hands and feet.
+All this is true without deceit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Great A, little a,
+Bouncing B!
+The cat's in the cupboard,
+And she can't see.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Hark, hark,
+  The dogs do bark,
+The beggars are coming to town;
+  Some in rags,
+  Some in jags,
+And some in velvet gowns.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Sing a song of sixpence,
+  A pocket full of rye;
+Four and twenty blackbirds
+  Baked in a pie;
+When the pie was opened,
+  The birds began to sing;
+Was not that a dainty dish
+  To set before the king?
+
+The king was in the parlor,
+  Counting out his money;
+The queen was in the kitchen,
+  Eating bread and honey;
+
+The maid was in the garden,
+  Hanging out the clothes;
+There came a little blackbird,
+  And snipped off her nose.
+
+Jenny was so mad,
+  She didn't know what to do;
+She put her finger in her ear,
+  And cracked it right in two.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hickory, dickory, dock,
+The mouse ran up the clock,
+The clock struck one,
+The mouse ran down;
+Hickory, dickory, dock.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Hot-cross buns!
+  Hot-cross buns!
+One a penny, two a penny.
+  Hot-cross buns!
+  Hot-cross buns!
+  Hot-cross buns!
+If ye have no daughters,
+  Give them to your sons.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+How does my lady's garden grow?
+How does my lady's garden grow?
+With cockle shells, and silver bells,
+And pretty maids all of a row.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
+Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
+Threescore men and threescore more
+Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
+When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
+When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,
+Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Some little mice sat in a barn to spin;
+Pussy came by, and popped her head in;
+"Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?"
+"Oh, no, kind sir, you would snap our heads off."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+If all the world were apple-pie?
+  And all the sea were ink.
+And all the trees were bread and cheese,
+  What should we have for drink?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+If wishes were horses,
+  Beggars might ride;
+If turnips were watches,
+  I would wear one by my side.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep;
+She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
+She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
+Poor little creature, she has but one eye.
+
+
+
+WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST?
+
+"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee!
+Will you listen to me?
+Who stole four eggs I laid,
+And the nice nest I made?"
+
+"Not I," said the cow, "Moo-oo!
+Such a thing I'd never do.
+I gave you a wisp of hay,
+But didn't take your nest away.
+Not I," said the cow, "Moo-oo!
+Such a thing I'd never do."
+
+"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee!
+Will you listen to me?
+Who stole four eggs I laid,
+And the nice nest I made?"
+
+"Bob-o'-link! Bob-o'-link!
+Now what do you think?
+Who stole a nest away
+From the plum-tree, to-day?"
+
+"Not I," said the dog, "Bow-wow!
+I wouldn't be so mean, any how!
+I gave the hairs the nest to make,
+But the nest I did not take.
+Not I," said the dog, "Bow-wow!
+I'm not so mean, anyhow."
+
+"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee!
+Will you listen to me?
+Who stole four eggs I laid,
+And the nice nest I made?"
+"Bob-o'-link! Bob-o'-link!
+Now what do you think?
+Who stole a nest away
+From the plum-tree? to-day?"
+
+"Coo-coo! Coo-coo! Coo-coo!
+Let me speak a word, too!
+Who stole that pretty nest
+From little yellow-breast?"
+
+"Not I," said the sheep; "oh, no!
+I wouldn't treat a poor bird so.
+I gave wool the nest to line,
+But the nest was none of mine.
+Baa! Baa!" said the sheep; "oh, no,
+I wouldn't treat a poor bird so."
+
+"To-whit! to-whit! to-whee!
+Will you listen to me?
+Who stole four eggs I laid,
+And the nice nest I made?"
+
+"Bob-o'-link! Bob-o'-link!
+Now what do you think?
+Who stole a nest away
+From the plum-tree, to-day?"
+
+"Coo-coo! Coo-coo! Coo-coo!
+Let me speak a word, too!
+Who stole that pretty nest
+From little yellow-breast?"
+
+"Caw! Caw!" cried the crow;
+"I should like to know
+What thief took away
+A bird's nest to-day?"
+
+"Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen;
+"Don't ask me again,
+Why, I haven't a chick
+Would do such a trick.
+We all gave her a feather,
+And she wove them together.
+I'd scorn to intrude
+On her and her brood.
+Cluck! Cluck!" said the hen,
+"Don't ask me again."
+
+"Chirr-a-whirr! Chirr-a-whirr!
+All the birds make a stir!
+Let us find out his name,
+And all cry 'for shame!'"
+
+"I would not rob a bird,"
+Said little Mary Green;
+"I think I never heard
+Of anything so mean."
+"It is very cruel, too,"
+ Said little Alice Neal;
+"I wonder if he knew
+ How sad the bird would feel?"
+
+ A little boy hung down his head,
+ And went and hid behind the bed,
+ For he stole that pretty nest
+ From poor little yellow-breast;
+ And he felt so full of shame,
+ He didn't like to tell his name.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+I saw a ship a-sailing,
+  A-sailing on the sea;
+And oh, it was all laden
+  With pretty things for thee!
+
+There were comfits in the cabin,
+  And apples in the hold;
+The sails were made of silk,
+  And the masts were made of gold!
+
+The four and twenty sailors,
+  That stood between the decks,
+Were four and twenty white mice,
+  With chains about their necks.
+
+The captain was a duck,
+  With a packet on his back;
+And when the ship began to move.
+  The captain said, "Quack! Quack!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Jack and Jill went up the hill,
+  To fetch a pail of water;
+Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
+  And Jill came tumbling after.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
+  And can't tell where to find them;
+Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
+  And bring their tails behind them.
+
+Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
+  And dreamed she heard them bleating;
+But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
+  For they were still a-fleeting.
+
+Then up she took her little crook,
+  Determined for to find them;
+She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
+  For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Little boy blue, come blow your horn,
+The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
+Where's the little boy that tends the sheep?
+He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
+Go wake him, go wake him. Oh, no, not I;
+For if I awake him, he'll certainly cry.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
+Gathering roses to give to the queen.
+Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
+She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
+ Eating a Christmas pie;
+He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
+ And said, "What a good boy am I!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Little Johnny Pringle had a little pig;
+It was very little, so was not very big.
+As it was playing beneath the shed,
+In half a minute poor Piggie was dead.
+So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried,
+And Betty Pringle she lay down and died.
+There is the history of one, two, and three,
+Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggie Wiggie.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+  Little Miss Muffet
+  She sat on a tuffet,
+Eating of curds and whey;
+  There came a black spider,
+  And sat down beside her,
+Which frightened Miss Muffet away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  There was a little man,
+  And he had a little gun,
+And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
+  He went to the brook.
+  And he saw a little duck,
+And shot it through the head, head, head.
+  He carried it home
+  To his wife Joan,
+And bade her a fire to make, make, make,
+  To roast the little duck,
+  He had shot in the brook,
+And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Little Tommy Tucker
+  Sing for your supper.
+What shall I sing?
+  White bread and butter.
+
+How shall I cut it
+  Without any knife?
+How shall I marry
+  Without any wife?
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+At sixes and sevens.
+Beauty is but skin deep.
+Half a loaf is better than no bread.
+Better late than never.
+Better live well than long.
+Beware of no man more than thyself.
+Birds of a feather will flock together.
+Christmas comes but once a year;
+And when it comes, it brings good cheer;
+But when it's gone, it's never the near.
+Brag is a good dog, but Holdfast is a better.
+By fits and starts.
+By and by is easily said.
+Care will kill a cat.
+Cats hide their claws.
+Constant dropping wears the stone.
+Count not your chickens before they are hatched.
+Debt is the worst poverty.
+Do not spur a free horse.
+Don't cry till you are out of the wood.
+Drive thy business; let not that drive thee.
+Early to bed, and early to rise,
+Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.
+East or west, home is best.
+Enough is as good as a feast.
+Everybody's business is nobody's business.
+
+
+
+HAPPY THOUGHT.
+
+The world is so full of a number of things,
+I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
+
+
+
+THE SUN'S TRAVELS.
+
+The sun is not abed, when I
+At night upon my pillow lie;
+Still round the earth his way he takes,
+And morning after morning makes.
+
+While here at home, in shining day,
+We round the sunny garden play,
+Each little Indian sleepy-head
+Is being kissed and put to bed.
+
+And when at eve I rise from tea,
+Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
+And all the children in the West
+Are getting up and being dressed.
+MY BED IS A BOAT.
+
+My bed is like a little boat;
+ Nurse helps me in when I embark;
+She girds me in my sailor's coat
+ And starts me in the dark.
+
+At night, I go on board and say
+ Good-night to all my friends on shore;
+I shut my eyes and sail away
+ And see and hear no more.
+
+And sometimes things to bed I take,
+ As prudent sailors have to do;
+Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
+ Perhaps a toy or two.
+
+All night across the dark we steer;
+ But when the day returns at last,
+Safe in my room, beside the pier,
+ I find my vessel fast.
+
+
+
+THE SWING.
+
+How do you like to go up in a swing,
+  Up in the air so blue?
+Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
+  Ever a child can do!
+Up in the air and over the wall,
+  Till I can see so wide,
+Rivers and trees and cattle and all
+  Over the countryside--
+
+Till I look down on the garden green,
+  Down on the roof so brown--
+Up in the air I go flying again,
+  Up in the air and down!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John
+Guard the bed that I lie on!
+Four corners to my bed,
+Four angels round my head;
+One to watch, one to pray,
+And two to bear my soul away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
+  How does your garden grow?
+With cockle-shells, and silver bells,
+  And pretty maids all in a row.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+  Old King Cole
+  Was a merry old soul,
+And a merry old soul was he;
+He called for his pipe,
+And he called for his bowl,
+And he called for his fiddlers three.
+Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
+And a very fine fiddle had he;
+Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
+  Oh, there's none so rare,
+  As can compare
+With old King Cole and his fiddlers three!
+
+
+
+MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG
+
+Old Mother Hubbard
+Went to the cupboard,
+  To get her poor dog a bone;
+But when she came there,
+The cupboard was bare,
+  And so the poor dog had none.
+
+She went to the baker's
+  To buy him some bread;
+But when she came back,
+  The poor dog was dead.
+
+She went to the joiner's
+  To buy him a coffin;
+But when she came back.
+  The poor dog was laughing.
+
+She took a clean dish
+  To get him some tripe;
+But when she came back,
+  He was smoking his pipe.
+
+She went to the fishmonger's
+  To buy him some fish;
+And when she came back,
+  He was licking the dish.
+
+She went to the ale-house
+  To get him some beer;
+But when she came back,
+  The dog sat in a chair.
+
+She went to the tavern
+  For white wine and red;
+But when she came back,
+  The dog stood on his head.
+
+She went to the hatter's
+  To buy him a hat;
+But when she came back,
+  He was feeding the cat.
+
+She went to the barber's
+  To buy him a wig;
+But when she came back,
+  He was dancing a jig.
+
+She went to the fruiterer's
+  To buy him some fruit;
+But when she came back,
+  He was playing the flute.
+
+She went to the tailor's
+  To buy him a coat;
+But when she came back,
+  He was riding a goat.
+
+She went to the cobbler's
+  To buy him some shoes;
+But when she came back,
+  He was reading the news.
+
+She went to the seamstress
+  To buy him some linen;
+But when she came back,
+  The dog was spinning.
+
+She went to the hosiers
+  To buy him some hose;
+But when she came back,
+  He was dressed in his clothes.
+
+The dame made a curtsy,
+  The dog made a bow;
+The dame said, Your servant,
+  The dog said; Bow, wow.
+
+
+
+RUNAWAY BROOK.
+
+"Stop, stop, pretty water!"
+  Said Mary one day,
+To a frolicsome brook,
+  That was running away.
+
+"You run on so fast!
+  I wish you would stay;
+My boat and my flowers
+  You will carry away.
+
+"But I will run after:
+  Mother says that I may;
+For I would know where
+  You are running away."
+
+So Mary ran on;
+  But I have heard say,
+That she never could find
+  Where the brook ran away.
+
+
+BED IN SUMMER.
+
+In winter I get up at night
+And dress by yellow candle-light.
+In summer, quite the other way,
+I have to go to bed by day.
+
+I have to go to bed and see
+The birds still hopping on the tree,
+Or hear the grown-up people's feet
+Still going past me in the street.
+
+And does it not seem hard to you,
+When all the sky is clear and blue,
+And I should like so much to play,
+To have to go to bed by day?
+
+
+
+AT THE SEASIDE
+
+When I was down beside the sea
+A wooden spade they gave to me
+  To dig the sandy shore.
+
+My holes were empty like a cup,
+In every hole the sea came up,
+  Till it could come no more.
+
+
+
+THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS.
+
+When o'er the silent seas alone,
+For days and nights we've cheerless gone,
+Oh, they who've felt it know how sweet,
+Some sunny morn a sail to meet.
+
+Sparkling at once is ev'ry eye,
+"Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!" our joyful cry;
+While answering back the sounds we hear,
+"Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! what cheer? what cheer?"
+
+Then sails are back'd, we nearer come,
+Kind words are said of friends and home;
+And soon, too soon, we part with pain,
+To sail o'er silent seas again.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+A barking dog seldom bites.
+A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
+A cat may look at a king.
+A chip of the old block.
+A day after the fair.
+A fool and his money are soon parted.
+A fool may ask more questions in an hour than a wise man can answer in
+  seven years.
+A fool may make money, but it needs a wise man to spend it.
+A friend in need is a friend indeed.
+A good garden may have some weeds.
+A good workman is known by his chips.
+A hard beginning makes a good ending.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three little kittens lost their mittens,
+  And they began to cry:
+"O mother dear, we very much fear
+  That we have lost our mittens."
+
+"Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens!
+  Then you shall have no pie."
+    "Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!
+  And we can have no pie.
+    Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Once I saw a little bird
+  Come hop, hop, hop;
+So I cried, "Little bird,
+  Will you stop, stop, stop?"
+And was going to the window
+  To say, "How do you do?"
+But he shook his little tail,
+  And far away he flew.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+One misty, moisty morning,
+  When cloudy was the weather,
+I chanced to meet an old man
+  Clothed all in leather;
+He began to compliment,
+  And I began to grin,--
+"How do you do," and "How do you do,"
+  And "How do you do" again!
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;
+A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
+If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
+Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Rid a cock-horse to Banbury-cross
+To see an old lady upon a white horse,
+Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
+And so she makes music wherever she goes.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Three wise men of Gotham
+Went to sea in a bowl;
+If the bowl had been stronger,
+My song would have been longer.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+See, saw, sacradown,
+Which is the way to London town?
+One foot up, the other foot down,
+And that is the way to London town.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Simple Simon met a pieman
+  Going to the fair;
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+  "Let me taste your ware."
+
+Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
+  "Show me first your penny;"
+Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
+  "Indeed, I have not any."
+
+Simple Simon went a-fishing
+  For to catch a whale;
+All the water he had got
+  Was in his mother's pail.
+
+Simple Simon went to look
+  If plums grew on a thistle;
+He pricked his fingers very much,
+  Which made poor Simon whistle.
+
+
+
+PRETTY COW.
+
+Thank you? pretty cow, that made
+  Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
+Every day and every night,
+  Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
+
+Do not chew the hemlock rank,
+  Growing on the weedy bank;
+But the yellow cowslips eat,
+  That will make it very sweet.
+Where the purple violet grows,
+  Where the bubbling water flows,
+Where the grass is fresh and fine.
+  Pretty cow, go there and dine.
+
+
+
+THE STAR.
+
+Twinkle, twinkle, little star;
+How I wonder what you are!
+Up above the world so high,
+Like a diamond in the sky.
+
+When the glorious sun is set,
+When the grass with dew is wet,
+Then you show your little light,
+Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
+
+In the dark blue sky you keep,
+And often through my curtains peep;
+For you never shut your eye
+Till the sun is in the sky.
+
+As your bright and tiny spark,
+Lights the traveller in the dark,
+Though I know not what you are,
+Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
+
+
+MARY'S LAMB.
+
+Mary had a little lamb,
+  Its fleece was white as snow;
+And everywhere that Mary went,
+  The lamb was sure to go.
+
+He followed her to school one day,--
+  That was against the rule;
+It made the children laugh and play,
+  To see a lamb at school.
+
+So the teacher turned him out,
+  But still he lingered near,
+And waited patiently about,
+  Till Mary did appear.
+
+Then he ran to her, and laid
+  His head upon her arm,
+As if he said, "I'm not afraid,--
+  You'll keep me from all harm."
+
+"What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
+  The eager children cry.
+"Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
+  The teacher did reply.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+A watched pot never boils.
+After dinner sit awhile; after supper walk a mile.
+All his fingers are thumbs.
+All is fish that comes to the net.
+All is not gold that glitters.
+All's well that ends well.
+All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
+All your geese are swans.
+Always taking out of the meal tub, and never putting in, soon comes to the
+  bottom.
+An inch on a man's nose is much.
+An old bird is not caught with chaff.
+An old dog will learn no new tricks.
+As bare as the back of my hand.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Solomon Grundy,
+Born on a Monday,
+Christened on Tuesday,
+Married on Wednesday,
+Took ill on Thursday,
+Worse on Friday,
+Died on Saturday,
+Buried on Sunday:
+This is the end
+Of Solomon Grundy.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The King of France went up the hill,
+ With twenty thousand men;
+The King of France came down the hill,
+ And ne'er went up again.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+The man in the wilderness asked me,
+How many strawberries grew in the sea.
+I answered him, as I thought good,
+As many red herrings as grew in the wood.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
+He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:
+He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
+And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
+Stole a pig and away he run!
+The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
+And Tom went roaring down the street.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There was a little boy went into a barn,
+  And lay down on some hay;
+An owl came out and flew about,
+  And the little boy ran away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+There was a man of our town,
+And he was wondrous wise;
+He jumped into a bramble bush,
+And scratched out both his eyes:
+And when he saw his eyes were out,
+With all his might and main
+He jumped into another bush,
+And scratched 'em in again.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+1. This pig went to market;
+2. This pig stayed at home;
+3. This pig had a bit of meat;
+4. And this pig had none;
+5. This pig said, "Wee, wee, wee! I can't find my way home."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Tom, Tom, of Islington,
+Married a wife on Sunday;
+Brought her home on Monday;
+Hired a house on Tuesday;
+Fed her well on Wednesday;
+Sick was she on Thursday;
+Dead was she on Friday;
+Sad was Tom on Saturday,
+To bury his wife on Sunday.
+
+
+
+WEE WILLIE WINKIE.
+
+Wee Willie Winkie
+  Runs through the town,
+Upstairs and downstairs,
+  In his night-gown;
+Tapping at the window,
+  Crying at the lock,
+"Are the babes in their bed?
+  For it's now ten o'clock."
+
+
+
+SINGING.
+
+Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
+  And nests among the trees;
+The sailor sings of ropes and things
+  In ships upon the seas.
+
+The children sing in far Japan,
+  The children sing in Spain;
+The organ with the organ man
+  Is singing in the rain.
+
+
+
+THE COW.
+
+The friendly cow all red and white,
+  I love with all my heart;
+She gives me cream with all her might,
+  To eat with apple-tart.
+
+She wanders lowing here and there,
+  And yet she cannot stray,
+All in the pleasant open air,
+  The pleasant light of day;
+
+And blown by all the winds that pass
+  And wet with all the showers.
+She walks among the meadow grass
+  And eats the meadow flowers.
+
+
+
+GOOD-NIGHT AND GOOD-MORNING.
+
+A fair little girl sat under a tree,
+Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
+Then smoothed her work and folded it right
+And said, "Dear work, good-night, good-night!"
+
+Such a number of rooks came over her head,
+Crying "Caw! Caw!" on their way to bed,
+She said, as she watched their curious flight,
+"Little black things, good-night, good-night!"
+
+The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed,
+The sheep's "Bleat! Bleat!" came over the road;
+All seeming to say, with a quiet delight,
+"Good little girl, good-night, good-night!"
+
+She did not say to the sun, "Good-night!"
+Though she saw him there like a ball of light;
+For she knew he had God's time to keep
+All over the world and never could sleep.
+
+The tall pink foxglove bowed his head;
+The violets curtsied, and went to bed;
+And good little Lucy tied up her hair,
+And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer.
+
+And while on her pillow she softly lay,
+She knew nothing more till again it was day;
+And all things said to the beautiful sun,
+"Good-morning, good-morning! our work is begun."
+
+
+
+MOTHER'S EYES.
+
+What are the songs the mother sings?
+Of birds and flowers and pretty things;
+Baby lies in her arms and spies
+All his world in the mother's eyes.
+
+What are the tales the mother tells?
+Of gems and jewels and silver bells;
+Baby lies in her arms and spies
+All his wealth in the mother's eyes.
+
+What are the thoughts in the mother's mind?
+Of the gentle Saviour, loving and kind;
+Baby lies in her arms and spies
+All his heaven in the mother's eyes.
+
+
+
+THE LAND OF NOD.
+
+From breakfast on through all the day
+At home among my friends I stay,
+But every night I go abroad
+Afar into the land of Nod.
+
+All by myself I have to go,
+With, none to tell me what to do--
+All alone beside the streams
+And up the mountain sides of dreams.
+
+The strangest things are there for me,
+Both things to eat and things to see,
+And many frightening sights abroad,
+Till morning in the land of Nod.
+
+Try as I like to find the way,
+I never can get back by day,
+Nor can remember plain and clear
+The curious music that I hear.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+A lass that has many wooers oft fares the worst.
+A lazy sheep thinks its wool heavy.
+A little leak will sink a great ship.
+A living dog is better than a dead lion.
+A man of words, and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds.
+A man's house is his castle.
+A miss is as good as a mile.
+A penny for your thought.
+A penny saved is a penny got.
+A rolling stone will gather no moss.
+A small spark makes a great fire.
+A stitch in time saves nine.
+A tree is known by its fruit.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
+And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf;
+The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
+I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
+
+The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
+I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow;
+The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,
+Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Where are you going, my pretty maid?
+"I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.
+May I go with you, my pretty maid?
+"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.
+What is your father, my pretty maid?
+"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.
+
+Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?
+"Yes, if you please, kind sir," she said.
+Will you be constant, my pretty maid?
+"That I can't promise you, sir," she said.
+Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid!
+"Nobody asked you, sir!" she said.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Who killed Cock Robin?
+  "I," said the Sparrow,
+  "With my bow and arrow,
+I killed Cock Robin."
+
+Who saw him die?
+  "I," said the Fly,
+  "With my little eye,
+And I saw him die."
+
+Who caught his blood?
+  "I," said the Fish,
+  "With my little dish,
+And I caught his blood."
+
+Who made his shroud?
+  "I," said the Beadle,
+  "With my little needle,
+And I made his shroud."
+
+Who shall dig his grave?
+  "I," said the Owl,
+  "With my spade and showl [shovel],
+And I'll dig his grave."
+
+Who'll be the parson?
+  "I," said the Rook,
+  "With my little book,
+And I'll be the parson"
+
+Who'll be the clerk?
+  "I," said the Lark,
+  "If it's not in the dark,
+And I'll be the clerk."
+
+Who'll carry him to the grave?
+  "I," said the Kite,
+  "If 't is not in the night,
+And I'll carry him to his grave."
+
+Who'll carry the link?
+  "I," said the Linnet,
+  "I'll fetch it in a minute,
+And I'll carry the link."
+
+Who'll be the chief mourner?
+  "I," said the Dove,
+  "I mourn for my love,
+And I'll be chief mourner."
+
+Who'll bear the pall?
+  "We," said the Wren,
+  Both the cock and the hen,
+"And we'll bear the pall."
+
+Who'll sing a psalm?
+  "I," said the Thrush,
+  As she sat in a bush,
+"And I'll sing a psalm."
+
+And who'll toll the bell?
+  "I," said the Bull,
+  "Because I can pull;"
+And so, Cock Robin, farewell.
+
+
+
+EPITAPH FOR ROBIN REDBREAST.
+
+Thou shalt have a little bed
+Made for thee, and overspread
+With brown leaves for coverlet,
+Which the tearful dew has wet.
+I, among the songs of Spring,
+Will miss the song thou didst not sing.
+
+
+
+"PLAY WITH ME!"
+
+The kitten came this morning, and said,
+With a touch of her paw and a turn of her head?
+  "Play, play with me!"
+
+And Skye, the terrier, caught my hand,
+And tried to make me understand,--
+  "Play, play with me!"
+
+And Nelly nipped my shoulder quite hard,
+And then she went prancing around the yard--
+  "Play, play with me!"
+
+I played with them all! Now, wouldn't you play,
+If a little child, like me, should say,
+  "Play, play with me?"
+
+
+
+THE PIPER.
+
+Piping down the valleys wild.
+Piping songs of pleasant glee,
+On a cloud I saw a child,
+And he laughing said to me:--
+
+"Pipe a song about a lamb:"
+So I piped with merry cheer.
+"Piper, pipe that song again:"
+So I piped; he wept to hear.
+
+"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe,
+Sing thy songs of happy cheer:"
+So I sung the same again,
+While he wept with joy to hear.
+
+"Piper, sit thee down and write
+In a book that all may read."
+So he vanish'd from my sight;
+And I pluck'd a hollow reed,
+
+And I made a rural pen,
+And I stain'd the water clear,
+And I wrote my happy songs
+Every child may joy to hear.
+
+
+
+INFANT JOY.
+
+I have no name--
+I am but two days old.
+What shall I call thee?
+I happy am,
+Joy is my name.--
+Sweet joy befall thee!
+
+Pretty joy!
+Sweet joy but two days old.
+Sweet joy I call thee,
+Thou dost smile,
+I sing the while,
+Sweet joy befall thee!
+
+
+
+THE LAMB.
+
+Little lamb, who made thee?
+Dost thou know who made thee,
+Gave thee life and bid thee feed
+By the stream and o'er the mead;
+Gave thee clothing of delight,
+Softest cloth, woolly, bright;
+Gave thee such a tender voice
+Making all the vales rejoice;
+  Little lamb, who made thee?
+  Dost thou know who made thee?
+Little lamb, I'll tell thee,
+Little lamb, I'll tell thee.
+He is called by thy name,
+For He calls himself a Lamb:
+He is meek and he is mild,
+He became a little child,
+I a child and thou a lamb,
+We are called by His name.
+  Little lamb, God bless thee,
+  Little lamb, God bless thee.
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE BOY LOST.
+
+Father! father! where are you going?
+  Oh, do not walk so fast.
+Speak, father speak to your little boy,
+  Or else I shall be lost.
+
+The night was dark, no father was there;
+  The child was wet with dew;
+The mire was deep and the child did weep,
+  And away the vapor flew.
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE BOY FOUND.
+
+The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
+  Led by the wandering light,
+Began to cry; but God, ever nigh,
+  Appeared like his father in white;
+
+He kissed the child, and by the hand led,
+  And to his mother brought,
+Who, in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale,
+  Her little boy weeping sought.
+
+
+
+ON THE VOWELS.
+
+We are little airy creatures,
+All of different voice and features;
+One of us in glass is set,
+One of us you'll find in jet.
+T' other you may see in tin,
+And the fourth a box within.
+If the fifth you should pursue,
+It can never fly from you.
+
+
+
+LETTERS.
+
+Every day brings a ship,
+Every ship brings a word;
+Well for those who have no fear,
+Looking seaward well assured
+That the word the vessel brings
+Is the word they wish to hear.
+
+
+
+ON A CIRCLE.
+
+I'm up and down, and round about,
+Yet all the world can't find me out;
+Though hundreds have employed their leisure,
+They never yet could find my measure.
+I'm found almost in every garden,
+Nay, in the compass of a farthing.
+There's neither chariot, coach, nor mill,
+Can move an inch except I will.
+
+
+
+ARIEL'S SONG.
+
+Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
+In a cowslip's bell I lie:
+There I couch, when owls do cry.
+On the bat's back I do fly,
+After summer, merrily:
+Merrily, merrily, shall I live now
+Under the blossom, that hangs on the bough.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+Forgive and forget.
+Fortune helps them that help themselves.
+Give a thief rope enough, and he'll hang himself.
+Give him an inch, and he'll take an ell.
+Go farther and fare worse.
+Good wine needs no bush.
+Handsome is that handsome does.
+Happy as a king.
+Haste makes waste, and waste makes want, and want makes strife between the
+  good-man and his wife.
+He cannot say boo to a goose.
+He knows on which side his bread is buttered.
+
+
+
+SONG.
+
+There is dew for the floweret,
+  And honey for the bee,
+And bowers for the wild bird,
+  And love for you and me.
+
+There are tears for the many,
+  And pleasure for the few;
+But let the world pass on, dear,
+  There's love for me and you.
+
+
+
+YOUTH AND AGE.
+
+Impatient of his childhood,
+  "Ah me!" exclaims young Arthur,
+Whilst roving in the wild wood,
+  "I wish I were my father!"
+Meanwhile, to see his Arthur
+  So skip, and play, and run,
+"Ah me!" exclaims the father,
+  "I wish I were my son!"
+
+
+
+UPON SUSANNA'S FEET.
+
+  Her pretty feet
+  Like snails did creep
+  A little out, and then,
+As if they played at bo-peep,
+ Did soon draw in again.
+
+
+
+UPON A CHILD THAT DIED.
+
+Here she lies, a pretty bud,
+Lately made of flesh and blood:
+Who as soon fell fast asleep,
+As her little eyes did peep.
+Give her strewings, but not stir
+The earth that lightly covers her.
+
+
+
+CHERRY-RIPE.
+
+Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
+Full and fair ones; come and buy!
+If so be you ask me where
+They do grow, I answer, There,
+Where my Julia's lips do smile;
+There's the land, or cherry-isle,
+Whose plantations fully show
+All the year where cherries grow.
+
+
+
+ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION.
+
+Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove,
+The linnet and thrush say, "I love and I love!"
+In the winter they're silent--the wind is so strong;
+What it says, I don't know; but it sings a loud song.
+But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
+And singing, and loving--all come back together,
+But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
+The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
+That he sings, and he sings; and forever sings he--
+"I love my Love, and my Love loves me!"
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+He sees an inch afore his nose.
+He takes the bull by the horns.
+He that fights and runs away may live to fight another day.
+He that goes a borrowing, goes a sorrowing.
+He that has but four and spends five has no need of a purse.
+He that knows not how to hold his tongue knows not how to talk.
+He that lives on hope has but a slender diet.
+He that plants trees loves others besides himself.
+He that will steal a pin will steal a better thing.
+He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
+He's in clover.
+His bread is buttered on both sides.
+His room is better than his company.
+Hunger is the best sauce.
+I have other fish to fry.
+
+
+
+"ONE, TWO, THREE!"
+
+It was an old, old, old, old lady,
+  And a boy that was half past three;
+And the way that they played together
+  Was beautiful to see.
+
+She couldn't go running and jumping,
+  And the boy, no more could he;
+For he was a thin little fellow,
+  With a thin little twisted knee.
+
+They sat in the yellow sunlight,
+  Out under the maple-tree;
+And the game that they played I'll tell you,
+  Just as it was told to me.
+
+It was Hide-and-Go-Seek they were playing,
+  Though you'd never have known it to be--
+With an old, old, old, old lady,
+  And a boy with a twisted knee.
+
+The boy would bend his face down
+  On his one little sound right knee,
+And he'd guess where she was hiding,
+  In guesses One, Two, Three!
+
+"You are in the china-closet!"
+  He would cry, and laugh with glee--
+It wasn't the china-closet;
+  But he still had Two and Three.
+
+"You are up in Papa's big bedroom,
+  In the chest with the queer old key!"
+And she said: "You are _warm_ and _warmer_;
+  But you're not quite right," said she.
+
+"It can't be the little cupboard
+  Where Mamma's things used to be--
+So it must be the clothes-press, Gran'ma!"
+  And he found her with his Three.
+
+Then she covered her face with her fingers,
+  That were wrinkled and white and wee,
+And she guessed where the boy was hiding,
+  With a One and a Two and a Three.
+
+And they never had stirred from their places,
+  Right under the maple-tree--
+This old, old, old, old lady,
+  And the boy with the lame little knee--
+This dear, dear, dear old lady,
+  And the boy who was half past three.
+
+
+
+THE BIRD AND ITS NEST.
+
+What does little birdie say,
+In her nest at peep of day?
+"Let me fly," says little birdie;
+"Mother, let me fly away."
+"Birdie, 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?
+Baby says, like little birdie,
+"Let me rise and fly away."
+"Baby, sleep a little longer,
+Till the little limbs are stronger."
+If she sleeps a little longer,
+Baby, too, shall fly away.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+Tell no tales out of school.
+The bird that can sing, and won't sing, must be made to sing.
+You have put the cart before the horse.
+It is the early bird that catches the worm.
+There is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.
+The more haste, the less speed.
+They who make the best use of their time have none to spare.
+Those who play with edge tools must expect to be cut.
+Three removes are as bad as a fire.
+Through thick and thin.
+Time and tide wait for no man.
+To beat about the bush.
+To break the ice.
+To buy a pig in a poke.
+To find a mare's nest.
+
+
+
+WINDY NIGHTS.
+
+Whenever the Moon and stars are set,
+  Whenever the wind is high,
+All night long in the dark and wet,
+  A man goes riding by.
+Late in the night when the fires are out
+Why does he gallop and gallop about?
+
+Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
+  And ships are tossed at sea,
+By, on the highway, low and loud,
+  By, at the gallop goes he.
+By, at the gallop he goes, and then
+By, he comes back at the gallop again.
+
+
+
+NONSENSE VERSES.
+
+There was an Old Man with a nose,
+Who said, "If you choose to suppose
+That my nose is too long, you are certainly wrong!"
+That remarkable Man with a nose.
+
+There was an Old Man on a hill,
+Who seldom, if ever, stood still;
+He ran up and down in his Grandmother's gown,
+Which adorned that Old Man on a hill.
+
+There was an Old Person of Dover,
+Who rushed through a field of blue clover;
+But some very large Bees stung his nose and his knees,
+So he very soon went back to Dover.
+
+There was an Old Man who said, "Hush!
+I perceive a young bird in this bush!"
+When they said, "Is it small?" he replied, "Not at all;
+It is four times as big as the bush!"
+
+There was an Old Man of the West,
+Who never could get any rest;
+So they set him to spin on his nose and his chin,
+Which cured that Old Man of the West.
+
+There was an Old Man who said, "Well!
+Will nobody answer this bell?
+I have pulled day and night, till my hair has grown white,
+But nobody answers this bell!"
+
+There was an Old Man with a beard,
+Who said, "It is just as I feared!--
+Two Owls and a Hen, four Larks and a Wren,
+Have all built their nests in my beard."
+
+There was an Old Person of Dean
+Who dined on one pea and one bean;
+For he said, "More than that would make me too fat,"
+That cautious Old Person of Dean.
+
+There was an Old Man of El Hums,
+Who lived upon nothing but crumbs,
+Which he picked off the ground, with the other birds round,
+In the roads and the lanes of El Hums.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+If wishes were horses beggars would ride.
+Ill news travels fast.
+It never rains but it pours.
+It is a long lane that has no turning.
+It is an ill wind that blows no man good.
+It is easier to pull down than to build.
+It is never too late to mend.
+Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee.
+Leave well enough alone.
+Let every tub stand on its own bottom.
+Let them laugh that win.
+Like father, like son.
+Little and often fills the purse.
+Look ere you leap.
+
+
+
+SONG.
+
+Oh, were my love yon lilac fair,
+  With purple blossoms to the spring;
+And I a bird to shelter there.
+  When wearied on my little wing!
+
+How I would mourn, when it was torn,
+  By autumn wild, and winter rude!
+But I would sing, on wanton wing,
+  When youthful May its bloom renewed.
+
+
+
+SWEET AND LOW.
+
+Sweet 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 my pretty one, sleeps.
+
+Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
+  Father will come to thee soon;
+Best, rest on mother's breast,
+  Father will come to thee soon;
+Father will come to his babe in the nest,
+Silver sails all out of the west
+  Under the silver moon:
+Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
+
+
+
+AGAINST IDLENESS AND MISCHIEF.
+
+How doth the little busy bee
+  Improve each shining hour,
+And gather honey all the day
+  From every opening flower!
+
+How skilfully she builds her cell,
+  How neat she spreads the wax!
+And labors hard to store it well
+  With the sweet food she makes.
+
+In works of labor or of skill,
+  I would be busy too;
+For Satan finds some mischief still
+  For idle hands to do.
+
+In books, or work, or healthful play,
+  Let my first years be past,
+That I may give for every day
+  Some good account at last.
+
+
+
+"BREAK, BREAK, BREAK!"
+
+Break, break, break,
+  On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
+And I would that my tongue could utter
+  The thoughts that arise in me.
+
+Oh, well for the fisherman's boy,
+  That he shouts with his sister at play!
+Oh, well for the sailor lad,
+  That he sings in his boat on the bay!
+
+And the stately ships go on
+  To their haven under the hill;
+But oh, for the touch of a vanished hand,
+  And the sound of a voice that is still!
+
+Break, break, break,
+  At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
+But the tender grace of a day that is dead
+  Will never come back to me.
+
+
+
+THE ARROW AND THE SONG.
+
+I shot an arrow into the air,
+It fell to earth, I knew not where;
+For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
+Could not follow it in its flight.
+
+I breathed a song into the air,
+It fell to earth, I knew not where;
+For who has sight so keen and strong,
+That it can follow the flight of song?
+
+Long, long afterward, in an oak
+I found the arrow, still unbroke;
+And the song, from beginning to end,
+I found again in the heart of a friend.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+Love me little, love me long,
+Is the burden of my song.
+Many a true word is spoken in jest.
+Many hands make light work.
+Money is a good servant, but a bad master.
+My mind to me a kingdom is.
+Never be weary of well doing.
+No cross, no crown.
+No man can serve two masters.
+No news is good news.
+No smoke without some fire.
+Not worth a pin.
+Of two ills choose the least.
+One cannot be in two places at once.
+One good turn demands another.
+
+
+
+THE TABLE AND THE CHAIR.
+
+Said the Table to the Chair,
+"You can hardly be aware
+How I suffer from the heat
+And from chilblains on my feet.
+If we took a little walk,
+We might have a little talk;
+Pray let us take the air,"
+Said the Table to the Chair.
+
+Said the Chair unto the Table,
+"Now, you know we are not able:
+How foolishly you talk,
+When you know we cannot walk!"
+Said the Table with a sigh,
+"It can do no harm to try.
+I've as many legs as you:
+Why can't we walk on two?"
+
+So they both went slowly down,
+And walked about the town
+With a cheerful bumpy sound
+As they toddled round and round;
+And everybody cried,
+As they hastened to their side,
+"See! the Table and the Chair
+Have come out to take the air!"
+But in going down an alley,
+To a castle in a valley,
+They completely lost their way,
+And wandered all the day;
+Till, to see them safely back,
+They paid a Ducky-quack,
+And a Beetle, and a Mouse,
+Who took them to their house.
+
+Then they whispered to each other.
+"O delightful little brother,
+What a lovely walk we've taken!
+Let us dine on beans and bacon."
+So the Ducky and the leetle
+Browny-Mousy and the Beetle
+Dined, and danced upon their heads
+Till they toddled to their beds.
+
+
+
+THE OWL.
+
+I.
+
+When cats run home and the light is come
+  And dew is cold upon the ground,
+And the far-off stream is dumb,
+  And the whirring sail goes round,
+  And the whirring sail goes round;
+    Alone and warming his five wits,
+    The white owl in the belfry sits.
+
+II.
+
+When merry milkmaids click the latch,
+  And rarely smells the new-mown hay,
+And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch
+  Twice or thrice his roundelay,
+  Twice or thrice his roundelay;
+    Alone and warming his five wits,
+    The white owl in the belfry sits.
+
+
+
+THE OWL THE PUSSY-CAT.
+
+The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
+  In a beautiful pea-green boat:
+They took some honey and plenty of money
+  Wrapped up In a five-pound note.
+The Owl looked up to the stars above,
+  And sang to a small guitar,
+"O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,
+  What a beautiful Pussy you are,
+    You are,
+    You are!
+  What a beautiful Pussy you are!"
+
+Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl,
+  How charmingly sweet you sing!
+Oh, let us be married; too long we have tarried:
+  But what shall we do 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,
+    His nose,
+  With a ring at the end of his nose.
+
+"Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
+  Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will."
+So they took it away, and were married next day
+  By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
+They dined 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 light of the moon,
+    The moon,
+    The moon,
+  They danced by the light of the moon.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+One man's meat is another man's poison.
+Out of debt out of danger.
+Out of the frying-pan into the fire.
+Penny wise and pound foolish.
+Riches have wings.
+Robin Hood's choice: this or nothing.
+Rome was not built in a day.
+Save at the spiggot, and lose at the bung.
+Second thoughts are best.
+Set a thief to take a thief.
+A short horse is soon curried.
+Take the will for the deed.
+Take away my good name, take away my life.
+Take time by the forelock.
+
+
+
+FABLE.
+
+The mountain and the squirrel
+Had a quarrel,
+And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"
+Bun replied,
+"You are doubtless very big;
+But all sorts of things and weather
+Must be taken in together,
+To make up a year
+And a sphere.
+And I think it no disgrace
+To occupy my place.
+If I'm not so large as you,
+You are not so small as I,
+And not half so spry.
+I'll not deny you make
+A very pretty squirrel track;
+Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
+If I cannot carry forests on my back,
+Neither can you crack a nut."
+
+
+
+WRITTEN IN MARCH
+
+WHILE RESTING ON THE BRIDGE AT THE FOOT OF BROTHER'S WATER.
+
+  The Cock is crowing,
+  The stream is flowing,
+  The small birds twitter,
+  The lake doth glitter,
+The green field sleeps in the sun;
+  The oldest and youngest
+  Are at work with the strongest;
+  The cattle are grazing.
+  Their heads never raising;
+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 Ploughboy is whooping--anon--anon
+  There's joy in the mountains;
+  There's life in the fountains;
+  Small clouds are sailing,
+  Blue sky prevailing;
+The rain is over and gone!
+
+
+
+THOSE EVENING BELLS.
+
+Those evening bells! those evening bells!
+How many a tale their music tells,
+Of youth, and home, and that sweet time,
+When last I heard their soothing chime.
+
+Those joyous hours are passed away;
+And many a heart, that then was gay,
+Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
+And hears no more those evening bells.
+
+And so 't will be when I am gone;
+That tuneful peal will still ring on,
+While other bards shall walk these dells,
+And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
+
+
+
+TO A BUTTERFLY.
+
+I've watched you now a full half hour
+Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
+And, little Butterfly! indeed
+I know not if you sleep or feed.
+How motionless!--not frozen seas
+More motionless!--and then
+What joy awaits you, when the breeze
+Hath found you out among the trees,
+And calls you forth again!
+This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
+My trees they are, my Sister's flowers:
+Here rest your wings when they are weary,
+Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
+Come often to us, fear no wrong;
+Sit near us on the bough!
+We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
+And summer days, when we were young;
+Sweet childish days, that were as long
+As twenty days are now.
+
+
+
+PROVERBS AND POPULAR SAYINGS.
+
+To follow one's nose.
+To have a finger in the pie.
+To hit the nail on the head.
+To kill two birds with one stone.
+To make a spoon, or spoil a horn.
+To pour oil into the fire is not the way to quench it.
+Two heads are better than one.
+Waste not, want not.
+We easily forget our faults when nobody knows them.
+We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.
+When Adam delved and Eve span, who was then the gentleman?
+When the cat is away, the mice will play.
+Strike when the iron is hot.
+Where there's a will, there's a way.
+You cannot eat your cake and have it too.
+You must take the fat with the lean.
+
+
+LUCY.
+
+She dwelt among the untrodden ways
+  Beside the springs of Dove;
+A maid whom there were none to praise,
+  And very few to love.
+
+A violet by a mossy stone
+  Half-hidden from the eye!--
+Fair as a star, when only one
+  Is shining in the sky.
+
+She lived unknown, and few could know
+  When Lucy ceased to be;
+But she is in her grave, and oh!
+  The difference to me.
+
+
+LUCY GRAY, OR SOLITUDE.
+
+Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray;
+And, when I crossed the wild,
+I chanced to see, at break of day,
+The solitary child.
+
+No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
+She dwelt on a wide moor,--
+The sweetest thing that ever grew
+Beside a human door!
+
+You yet may spy the fawn at play,
+The hare upon the green;
+But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
+Will nevermore be seen.
+
+"To-night will be a stormy night,--
+You to the town must go;
+And take a lantern, Child, to light
+Your mother through the snow."
+
+"That, Father! will I gladly do:
+'T is scarcely afternoon,--
+The minster-clock has just struck two,
+And yonder is the moon!"
+
+At this the father raised his hook,
+And snapped a fagot-band;
+He plied his work;--and Lucy took
+The lantern in her hand.
+
+Not blither is the mountain roe;
+With many a wanton stroke
+Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
+That rises up like smoke.
+
+The storm came on before its time,
+She wandered up and down;
+And many a hill did Lucy climb,
+But never reached the town.
+
+The wretched parents all that night
+Went shouting far and wide;
+But there was neither sound nor sight
+To serve them for a guide.
+
+At daybreak on the hill they stood
+That overlooked the moor;
+And thence they saw the bridge of wood,
+A furlong from their door.
+
+They wept--and, turning homeward, cried,
+"In heaven we all shall meet;"--
+When in the snow the mother spied
+The print of Lucy's feet.
+
+Then downwards from the steep hill's edge
+They tracked the footmarks small;
+And through 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 middle of the plank:
+And further there were none!
+
+--Yet some maintain that to this day
+She is a living child,
+That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
+Upon the lonesome wild.
+
+O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
+And never looks behind;
+And sings a solitary song
+That whistles in the wind.
+
+
+
+POOR SUSAN.
+
+At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
+There's a thrush that sings loud,--it has sung for three years;
+Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard
+In the silence of morning the song of the bird.
+
+'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees
+A mountain ascending, a vision of trees;
+Bright volumes of vapor through Lothbury glide,
+And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
+
+Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale,
+Down which she so often has tripped with her pail;
+And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's,
+The one only dwelling on earth that she loves.
+
+She looks, and her heart is in heaven; but they fade,--
+The mist and the river, the hill and the shade:
+The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise,
+And the colors all have all passed away from her eyes.
+
+
+
+
+
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