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Brimley Johnson - -Illustrator: Charles Robinson - -Release Date: September 11, 2016 [EBook #53030] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LILLIPUT LYRICS *** - - - - -Produced by David Edwards, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - [Illustration] - - - - - [Illustration: LILLIPUT LYRICS - - EDITED BY R. BRIMLEY JOHNSON - - BY W. B. RAND ILLUSTRATED BY CHAS. ROBINSON - - JOHN LANE - - THE BODLEY HEAD. - - LONDON & NEW YORK. 1899] - - - - - [Illustration] - - Lillput Lyrics - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE EDITOR’S NOTE - - -_The following verses have been selected from “Lilliput Levee,” 1868, -and from W. B. Rands’ numerous contributions to magazines.[A] He wrote_ -_under many signatures, never enumerated; but--with the generous -assistance of his son, Mr. Paul W. Rands, and his publisher, Mr. -Alexander Strahan--I have been able to identify and examine all his -work. Three poems are included, by permission, from the reprint of -“Lilliput Lectures,” which I lately edited for Mr. James Bowden. Messrs. -Dalziel have allowed me to use one from “Hood’s Comic Annual.” All other -rights belonged to Mr. Strahan, and have been transferred, with the full -concurrence of Mr. P. W. Rands, to Mr. John Lane for this volume. -Nothing has been included from “Innocent’s Island,” which we hope to -reprint shortly with some of the “Lilliput Revels.” - -These are poems for children, with whom Rands was always at his best, -and have been chosen in remembrance of their tastes and understandings. -As many of them are printed from magazines and never received the -author’s final revision, I have occasionally edited the text, without -scruple, by omitting weak lines or even altering a word._ - -_R. B. J._ - - [Illustration] - - The End of the Editor’s Note - - [A] _A portion of the Introductory Verses to “Lilliput Legends” is - also included._ - - - _RAT-TAT! the postman knocks!_ - _This is the Lilliput letter-box._ - _A penny for your thoughts, my dear!_ - _So said the Raven in Odin’s ear._ - _Here comes a letter from Thing-a-my-Bob,_ - _A letter from Ruth, a letter from Rob._ - _Rat-tat! the postman knocks!_ - _This is the Lilliput letter-box._ - - - - - [Illustration] - - CONTENTS - - -_LYRICS_ - -_Lilliput Levee_ _Page_ 17 - -_Doll Poems_ - -1. _The Picture_ 24 - -2. _The Love Story_ 25 - -3. _Dressing Her_ 27 - -_The Little Doll’s House in Arcady_ 30 - -_The Pedlar’s Caravan_ 35 - -_The First Tooth_ 37 - -_Praise and Love_ 40 - -_Two Pictures_ 43 - -_The Ship that Sailed into the Sun_ 46 - -_The Young Exile_ 48 - -_The Coming Storm_ 51 - -_The Discontented Yew-Tree_ 52 - -_The Little Brother_ 55 - -_Cuckoo in the Pear-Tree_ 57 - -_Madcap_ 59 - -_The Bewitched Toys; or, Queen Mab in Child-World_ 65 - -_The New World_ 72 - -_Lina and her Lamb_ 75 - -_The Boy that Loves a Baby_ 78 - -_Harold and Alice; or, The Reformed Giant_ 81 - -_Prince Philibert_ 91 - -_Gold-Boy and Green-Girl_ 94 - -_At Harvest-Time_ 97 - -_See-Saw_ 99 - -_Great, Wide, Beautiful, Wonderful World_ 101 - -_Kittens and Chickens_ 103 - -_The Making of the Music_ 106 - -_The Race of the Flowers_ 109 - -_Polly_ 112 - -_The Windmill_ 116 - -_The Girl that Garibaldi Kissed_ 118 - -_Seeing God_ 122 - -_Fair Lady, Rare Lady_ 124 - -_The Absent Boy_ 126 - -_Morning_ 129 - -_The Rising, Watching Moon_ 131 - -_The Flowers_ 133 - -_The Penance of the Little Maid_ 135 - -_Frodgedobbulum’s Fancy_ 137 - -_The Guinea-Pig_ 148 - -_Little Boy Blue_ 150 - -_Miss Hooper_ 152 - -_A Shooting Song_ 156 - -_A Fishing Song_ 158 - -_Shockheaded Cicely and the Two Bears_ 161 - -_Mother’s Joy_ 168 - -_The Baby_ 170 - -_What will Auntie send?_ 173 - -_Lords-and-Ladies_ 176 - -_The Dog and the Patch of Moonshine_ 178 - -_Autumn Song_ 182 - -_The Drummer-Boy and the Shepherdess_ 184 - -_Lullaby_ 186 - -_Clean Clara_ 188 - -_The Lavender Beds_ 191 - - -_LITTLE DITTIES_ 194 - - -_BABY’S BELLS_ 237 - - -_NONSENSE RHYMES_ - -_Tuesday_ 279 - -_Jolly Jack_ 281 - -_The Duck and her Ducklings_ 282 - -_Little Ben Bute_ 284 - -_The Dream of a Girl who Lived at Seven-Oaks_ 286 - -_The Dream of a Boy who Lived at Nine-Elms_ 287 - -_Four Little Histories_ 289 - -_A Big Noise_ 294 - -_The Alarm_ 295 - -_Cicero Brick_ 297 - -_The Obstinate Cow_ 301 - -_Lavender Lady_ 304 - -_Odd Rhymes_ 311 - -_Topsyturvey-World_ 316 - -_Miss Waver_ 319 - -_Jeremy Jangle_ 320 - -_Stalky Jack_ 322 - -_The Fiddler and the Crocodile_ 324 - -_L’Envoi_ 330 - - [Illustration] - - Lyrics - - - - - [Illustration] - - LILLIPUT LEVEE - - - Where does Pinafore Palace stand? - Right in the middle of Lilliput-land! - There the Queen eats bread-and-honey, - There the King counts up his money! - - Oh, the Glorious Revolution! - Oh, the Provisional Constitution! - Now that the children, clever bold folks, - Have turned the tables upon the Old Folks! - - Easily the thing was done, - For the children were more than two to one; - Brave as lions, quick as foxes, - With hoards of wealth in their money-boxes! - - They seized the keys, they patrolled the street, - They drove the policeman off his beat, - They built barricades, they stationed sentries-- - You must give the word, when you come to the entries! - - They dressed themselves, in the Riflemen’s clothes, - They had pea-shooters, they had arrows and bows, - So as to put resistance down-- - Order regions in Lilliput-town! - - They made the baker bake hot rolls, - They made the wharfinger send in coals, - They made the butcher kill the calf, - They cut the telegraph-wires in half. - - They went to the chemists, and with their feet - They kicked the physic all down the street; - They went to the schoolroom and tore the books, - They munched the puffs at the pastrycook’s. - - They sucked the jam, they lost the spoons, - They sent up several fire-balloons, - They let off crackers, they burnt a guy, - They piled a bonfire ever so high. - - They offered a prize for the laziest boy, - And one for the most Magnificent toy; - They split or burnt the canes offhand, - They made new laws in Lilliput-land. - - _Never do to-day what you can - Put off till to-morrow_, one of them ran; - _Late to bed and late to rise_ - Was another law which they did devise. - - They passed a law to have always plenty - Of beautiful things: we shall mention twenty: - A magic lantern for all to see, - Rabbits to keep, and a Christmas-tree, - - A boat, a house that went on wheels, - An organ to grind, and sherry at meals, - Drums and wheelbarrows, Roman candles, - Whips with whistles let into the handles, - - A real live giant, a roc to fly, - A goat to tease, a copper to sky, - A garret of apples, a box of paints, - A saw and a hammer, and no complaints. - - Nail up the door, slide down the stairs, - Saw off the legs of the parlour chairs-- - That was the way in Lilliput-land, - The children having the upper hand. - - They made the Old Folks come to school, - And in pinafores,--that was the rule,-- - Saying, _Eener-deener-diner-duss, - Kattler-wheeler-whiler-wuss_; - - They made them learn all sorts of things - That nobody liked. They had catechisings; - They kept them in, they sent them down - In class, in school, in Lilliput-town. - - O but they gave them tit-for-tat! - Thick bread-and-butter, and all that; - Stick-jaw pudding that tires your chin, - With the marmalade spread ever so thin! - - They governed the clock in Lilliput-land, - They altered the hour or the minute-hand, - They made the day fast, they made the day slow, - Just as they wished the time to go. - - They never waited for king or for cat; - They never wiped their shoes on the mat; - Their joy was great; their joy was greater; - They rode in the baby’s perambulator! - - There was a Levee in Lilliput-town, - At Pinafore Palace. Smith and Brown, - Jones and Robinson had to attend-- - All to whom they cards did send. - - Every one rode in a cab to the door; - Every one came in a pinafore; - Lady and gentleman, rat-tat-tat, - Loud knock, proud knock, opera hat! - - The place was covered with silver and gold, - The place was as full as it ever could hold; - The ladies kissed her Majesty’s hand, - Such was the custom in Lilliput-land. - - His Majesty knighted eight or ten, - Perhaps a score, of the gentlemen, - Some of them short and some of them tall-- - _Arise, Sir What’s-a-name What-do-you-call_! - - Nuts and nutmeg (that’s in the negus); - The bill of fare would perhaps fatigue us; - Forty-five fiddlers to play the fiddle; - Right foot, left foot, down the middle. - - Conjuring tricks with the poker and tongs, - Riddles and forfeits, singing of songs; - One fat man, too fat by far, - Tried “Twinkle, twinkle, little star.” - - His voice was gruff, his pinafore tight, - His wife said, “Mind, dear, sing it right,” - But he forgot, and said Fa-la-la! - The Queen of Lilliput’s own papa! - - She frowned, and ordered him up to bed: - He said he was sorry; she shook her head; - His clean shirt-front with his tears was stained-- - But discipline had to be maintained. - - The Constitution! The Law! The Crown! - Order reigns in Lilliput-town! - The Queen is Jill, and the King is John; - I trust the Government will get on. - - I noticed, being a man of rhymes, - An advertisement in the _Lilliput Times_:-- - “PINAFORE PALACE. This is to state - That the Court is in want of a Laureate. - - “Nothing menial required. - Poets, willing to be hired, - May send in Specimens at once, - Care of the Chamberlain DOUBLEDUNCE.” - - Said I to myself Here’s a chance for me - The Lilliput Laureate for to be! - And these are the Specimens I sent in - To Pinafore Palace. Shall I win? - - PUBLIC NOTICE.--_This is to state_ - _That these are the specimens left at the gate_ - _Of Pinafore Palace, exact to date,_ - _In the hands of the porter, Curlypate,_ - _Who sits in his plush on a chair of state,_ - _By the gentleman who is a candidate_ - _For the office of_ LILLIPUT LAUREATE. - - - - - [Illustration] - - DOLL POEMS - - - I - - THE PICTURE - - This is her picture--Dolladine-- - The beautifullest doll that ever was seen! - Oh, what nosegays! Oh, what sashes! - Oh, what beautiful eyes and lashes! - - Oh, what a precious perfect pet! - On each instep a pink rosette; - Little blue shoes for her little blue tots; - Elegant ribbons in bows and knots. - - Her hair is powdered; her arms are straight, - Only feel--she is quite a weight! - Her legs are limp, though;--stand up, miss!-- - What a beautiful buttoned-up mouth to kiss! - - - II - - THE LOVE STORY - - This is the doll with respect to whom - A story is told that ends in gloom; - For there was a sensitive little sir - Went out of his mind for love of her! - - They pulled a wire, she moved her eye; - They squeezed the bellows, they made her cry; - But the boy could never be persuaded - That these were really things which _they_ did. - - “My Dolladine,” he said, “has life; - I love her, and she shall be my wife; - Dainty delicate Dolladine, - The prettiest girl that ever was seen!” - - To give his passion a chance to cool, - They sent the lover to boarding-school. - But absence only made it worse-- - He never learnt anything, prose or verse! - - He drew her likeness on his slate; - His Grammar was in a _dreadful_ state, - With Dolladine all over the edges, - And true-love knots, and vows, and pledges. - - What was the consequence?--Doctor Whack - Begged of his parents to take him back. - When his condition, poor boy, was seen, - Too late, they sent for Dolladine. - - And now he will never part with her: - He calls her lily, and rose, and myrrh, - Dolly-o’-diamonds, precious lamb, - Humming-bird, honey-pot, jewel, jam, - - Darling, delicate-dear-delight, - Angel-o’-red, angel-o’-white, - Queen of beauty, and suchlike names; - In fact all manner of darts and flames! - - Of course, while he keeps up this wooing - His education goes to ruin: - What are his prospects in future life, - With only a doll for his lawful wife? - - It is feared his parents’ hearts will break! - And there’s one remark I wish to make: - I may be wrong, but it seems a pity - For a movable doll to be made too pretty. - - An old-fashioned doll, that is not like nature, - Can never pass for a human creature; - It is in a doll that moves her eyes - That the danger of these misfortunes lies! - - The lover’s name must be suppressed - For obvious reasons. He lives out west, - And if I call him Pygmalion Pout, - I don’t believe you will find him out! - - - III - - DRESSING HER - - This is the way we dress the Doll:-- - You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll, - If you give her a crook with a pastoral hook, - But this is the way we dress the Doll. - - _Chorus:_ Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll, - But do not crumple and mess the Doll! - This is the way we dress the Doll. - - First, you observe her little chemise, - As white as milk, with ruches of silk; - And the little drawers that cover her knees, - As she sits or stands, with golden bands, - And lace in beautiful filagrees. - - _Chorus:_ Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll, - But do not crumple or mess the Doll! - This is the way we dress the Doll. - - Now these are the bodies: she has two, - One of pink, with ruches of blue, - And sweet white lace; be careful, do! - And one of green, with buttons of sheen, - Buttons and bands of gold, I mean, - With lace on the border in lovely order, - The most expensive we can afford her! - - _Chorus:_ Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll, - But do not crumple or mess the Doll! - This is the way we dress the Doll. - - Then, with black at the border, jacket; - And this--and this--she will not lack it; - Skirts? Why, there are skirts, of course, - And shoes and stockings we shall enforce, - With a proper bodice, in the proper place - (Stays that lace have had their days - And made their martyrs); likewise garters, - All entire. But our desire - Is to show you her night attire, - At least a part of it. Pray admire - This sweet white thing that she goes to bed in! - It’s not the one that’s made for her wedding; - _That_ is special, a new design, - Made with a charm and a countersign, - Three times three and nine times nine: - These are only her usual clothes: - Look, _there’s_ a wardrobe! gracious knows - It’s pretty enough, as far as it goes! - - So you see the way we dress the Doll: - You might make her a shepherdess, the Doll, - If you gave her a crook with a pastoral hook, - With sheep, and a shed, and a shallow brook, - And all that, out of the poetry-book. - - _Chorus:_ Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll, - But do not crumple and mess the Doll! - This is the way we dress the Doll; - If you had not seen, could you guess the Doll? - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE LITTLE DOLL’S HOUSE IN ARCADY - - - The boys and girls were exceeding gay, - With billycock bonnets and curds and whey, - And I thought that I was in Arcady, - For the fringe of the forest was fair to see. - - But the very first hayrick that I came to - Did turn to a Doll’s House, fair and true; - I saw with my eyes where the same did sit, - And there was a rainbow over it. - - The people inside were setting the platters, - The chairs and tables, and suchlike matters, - And making the beds and getting the tea: - But through a bow-window I saw the sea. - - Up came a damsel: “Sir,” she said, - “Will you walk with me by my garden bed? - Will you sit in my parlour by-and-by?” - “I will sit in your parlour, my dear,” said I. - - “Will you hear my starling gossip?” said she, - And now I felt sure it was Arcady; - But a starling never could do the rhyming - That very soon in my ears was chiming:-- - - “Jigglum-jogglum, Lilliputlandum, - Twopenny tiptop, sugaricandum, - Snip-snap snorum, hot-cross buns, - Conjugatorum, double-dunce. - - “Fannyfold funnyface, fairy-tale, - Cat in a cockle-boat, wigglum-whale, - Dickory-dolphin, humpty-hoo, - Floppety-fluteykin, tootle-tum-too.” - - Said I, “There may be a clown outside, - And a clown I never could yet abide,-- - A picker and stealer, a clumsy joker, - Who stirs up his friends with a burning poker. - - “But perhaps,” said I, “I mistake the plan; - It may be the Punch-and-Judy man, - Or the other, that keeps the galante show - And the marionettes, for what I know.” - - Then I opened the window through thick and thin, - And in with a bounce came a Harlequin, - And very distinctly I heard a band - Strike up the dances of Lilliput Land. - - To wonder at this I did incline, - “And where,” said I, “is the Columbine-- - Tip-toe twist-about, shimmer and shine, - Where is the beautiful Columbine?” - - Then out from the curtains, all shimmer and shine, - With a rose-red sash came Columbine, - And Harlequin took her by the hand, - And they stepped it out in Lilliput Land; - Twirl about, whirl about, shimmer and shine, - O a rose-red sash had Columbine! - - Then one of the folks who had set the tea - In Doll’s House fashion, did climb my knee, - And he said, “Would you like, sir, to take a trip - With me? Have you seen my little ship?” - - The ship, as he called it, was certainly small, - For the dot of a sailor could carry it all: - So both got in, and away went we, - Coasting the sea-board of Arcady. - - Then I told a story, and he told one, - But they both got mixed before they were done; - And so did we, as the day grew dim, - And the child was myself, and myself was him. - - But now it was getting time to land, - So I stepped into Fleet Street, and went up the Strand, - For I thought I should like to study the trade - They drive in toys at the Lowther Arcade. - - And whom should I see, at a Doll’s House door, - But the very same damsel I met before! - “I thought I should see you again,” says she; - “And a few of my friends will be here to tea.” - - Then the Punch-and-Judy man came in, - And Columbine and the Harlequin, - The man that patters in front of the show, - And the children--and how their tongues did go! - - But what makes the place so sweet? thought I, - As scents of the heather and furze went by, - And with them a whiff of the rolling sea;-- - And then I remembered Arcady, - As the party were tittering over the tea. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE PEDLAR’S CARAVAN - - - I wish I lived in a caravan, - With a horse to drive, like a pedlar-man! - Where he comes from nobody knows, - Or where he goes to, but on he goes! - - His caravan has windows two, - And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through; - He has a wife, with a baby brown, - And they go riding from town to town. - - Chairs to mend, and delf to sell! - He clashes the basins like a bell; - Tea-trays, baskets ranged in order, - Plates, with alphabets round the border! - - The roads are brown, and the sea is green, - But his house is like a bathing-machine; - The world is round, and he can ride, - Rumble and slash, to the other side! - - With the pedlar-man I should like to roam, - And write a book when I came home; - All the people would read my book, - Just like the Travels of Captain Cook! - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE FIRST TOOTH - - - There once was a wood, and a very thick wood, - So thick that to walk was as much as you could; - But a sunbeam got in, and the trees understood. - - I went to this wood, at the end of the snows, - And as I was walking I saw a primrose; - Only one! Shall I show you the place where it grows? - - There once was a house, and a very dark house, - As dark, I believe, as the hole of a mouse, - Or a tree in my wood, at the thick of the boughs. - - I went to this house, and I searched it aright, - I opened the chambers, and I found a light; - Only one! Shall I show you this little lamp bright? - - There once was a cave, and this very dark cave - One day took a gift from an incoming wave; - And I made up my mind to know what the sea gave. - - I took a lit torch, I walked round the ness - When the water was lowest; and in a recess - In my cave was a jewel. Will nobody guess? - - O there was a baby, he sat on my knee, - With a pearl in his mouth that was precious to me, - His little dark mouth like my cave of the sea! - - I said to my heart, “And my jewel is bright! - He blooms like a primrose! He shines like a light!” - Put your hand in his mouth! Do you feel? He can bite! - - - - - [Illustration] - - PRAISE AND LOVE - - - Tell me, Praise, and tell me, Love, - What you both are thinking of? - - “Oh, we think,” said Love, said Praise, - “Now of children and their ways.” - - Give me of your cup to drink, - Praise, and tell me all you think. - - “Oh, I think of crowns of gold - For the clever and the bold.” - - Then I turned to Love, and said,-- - Love was glowing heavenly-red,-- - - Give me of your cup to drink, - Love, and tell me all you think. - - Let me taste your bitter-sweet; - Who are those that kiss your feet? - - Love looked up--I read her eyes-- - They were stars and they were skies. - - Clinging to her garment’s hem, - Smiling as I looked at them, - - There were children scarred and halt, - Children weeping for a fault; - Those who scarcely dared to raise - Doubtful eyes to smiling Praise. - - Love looked round, and Praise and Pride - Brought their glad ones to her side. - - “Yea, these too,” she said or sang, - And the world with music rang. - - - - - [Illustration] - - TWO PICTURES - - - I - - - There was a little fellow - Who lived across the sea, - His hair was brown and yellow - As any honey-bee. - Sometimes he was the smartest - Of warriors in the van; - He was a Bonapartist, - And a Republican. - - A fort of cards he builded, - Though now and then they slid; - With ammunition filled it, - Or made believe he did; - And when the fort was wrought up, - This little man amain - His big artillery brought up, - And blew it down again! - - - II - - This little Bonapartist, - Or, say, Republican, - Would sometimes play the artist,-- - The busy little man! - Sometimes he was untidy, - Though often he was smart; - He thought that he was mighty - In many kinds of Art. - He sat like any fixture, - The drawing-board before; - And, oh, to see the mixture - Of colours on the floor! - Such was this little fellow, - Who lived across the sea, - Whose hair was brown and yellow, - Just like a honey-bee. - - - III - - Seven-and-seventy mothers, - This side of the sea, - Said, “We know some others - Quite as nice as he!” - Seven-and-seventy brothers - Said, “And so do we!” - Seven-and-seventy sisters, - Hearing this acclaim, - Said to those young misters, - “We think just the same.” - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE SHIP THAT SAILED INTO THE SUN - - - They said my brother’s ship went down, - Down into the sea, - Because a storm came on to drown - The biggest ships that be; - But I saw the ship, when he went away; - I saw it pass, and pass; - The tide was low, I went out to play, - The sea was all like glass; - The ship sailed straight into the sun, - Half of a ball of gold-- - Onward it went till it touched the sun-- - I saw the ship take hold! - - But soon I saw them both no more, - The sun and the ship together, - For the wind began to hoot and to roar, - And there was stormy weather. - Yet every day the golden ball - Rests on the edge of the sky; - The sun it is, with the ship and all, - For the ship sailed into the golden ball - Across the edge of the sky. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE YOUNG EXILE - - - Little Boy - From Savoy, - With the slouch-sandalled feet, - With the pipe in your hand, - To play on, as you stand - In the long, stony, stupid, stumbling street; - I heard a noise just now, - And I got up from my desk, - Saying, “What can be the row?” - For the dogs went bow-wow, - And I-cannot-tell-you-how - Went your music; and the whole thing was grotesque. - Then I saw you, picturesque, - In the weather, - With a feather - In your rough wide-awake, - And a bowl, - Poor young soul! - In your hand for the coppers you might take; - And the handsome face you had, - Little lad, - Olive skin of the South, - Large eyes and well-set mouth, - I admired very much, yes, I did; - And I wished you back again - To your dear native plain - On the loose with a marmot or a kid; - With your father, and a bag full of money, - In a cottage all your own - Pretty much got up of stone, - And with flocks - In the rocks - At your call, and the maids, - Blue-kirtled, in the shades, - And a score of beehives very full of honey! - -[Illustration] - - - - -THE COMING STORM - - - The tree-tops rustle, the tree-tops wave, - They hustle, they bustle; and, down in a cave, - The winds are murmuring, ready to rave. - - The skies are dimming; the birds fly low, - Skimming and swimming, their wings are slow; - They float, they are carried, they scarcely go. - - The dead leaves hurry; the waters, too, - Flurry and scurry; as if they knew - A storm was at hand; the smoke is blue. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE DISCONTENTED YEW-TREE - - - A Dark-green prickly yew one night - Peeped round on the trees of the forest, - And said, “_Their_ leaves are smooth and bright, - My lot is the worst and poorest: - - I wish I had golden leaves,” said the yew; - And lo, when the morning came, - He found his wish had come suddenly true, - For his branches were all aflame. - - Now, by came a Jew, with a bag on his back, - Who cried, “I’ll be rich to-day!” - He stripped the boughs, and, filling his sack - With the yellow leaves, walked away! - - The yew was as vexed as a tree could be, - And grieved as a yew-tree grieves, - And sighed, “If Heaven would but pity me, - And grant me crystal leaves!” - - Then crystal leaves crept over the boughs; - Said the yew, “Now am I not gay?” - But a hailstorm hurricane soon arose - And broke every leaf away! - - So he mended his wish yet once again,-- - “Of my pride I do now repent; - Give me fresh green leaves, quite smooth and plain, - And I will be content.” - - In the morning he woke in smooth green leaf, - Saying, “This is a sensible plan; - The storm will not bring my beauty to grief, - Or the greediness of man.” - - But the world has goats as well as men, - And one came snuffing past, - Which ate of the green leaves a million and ten, - Not having broken his fast. - - O then the yew-tree groaned aloud, - “What folly was mine, alack! - I was discontented, and I was proud-- - O give me my old leaves back!” - - So, when daylight broke, he was dark, dark green, - And prickly as before!-- - The other trees mocked, “Such a sight to be seen! - To be near him makes one sore!” - The south wind whispered his leaves between, - “Be thankful, and change no more! - - “The thing you are is always the thing - That you had better be”-- - But the north wind said, with a gallant fling, - “The foolish, weak yew-tree! - - “What if he blundered twice or thrice? - There’s a turn to the longest lane; - And everything must have its price-- - Poor faulterer, try again!” - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE LITTLE BROTHER - - - Little brother in a cot, - Baby, baby! - Shall he have a pleasant lot? - Maybe, maybe! - - Little brother in a nap, - Baby, baby! - Bless his tiny little cap, - Noise far away be! - - With a rattle in his hand, - Baby, baby! - Dreaming--who can understand - Dreams like this, what they be? - - When he wakes kiss him twice, - Then talk and gay be; - Little cheeks soft and nice, - Baby, baby! - - Pretty little pouting boy, - Baby, baby! - Let his life, with sweet and toy, - Pleasure all and play be. - - Seven white angels watching here, - Baby, baby! - Pray be kind to baby dear, - Pray be, pray be! - - Little brother in a cot, - Baby, baby! - His shall be a pleasant lot-- - _Must_, not may be! - -[Illustration] - - - -CUCKOO IN THE PEAR-TREE - - - The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree. - Cuckoo! - Raining or snowing, nought cared he. - Cuckoo! - Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he. - - The Cuckoo flew over a housetop nigh. - Cuckoo! - “Dear, are you at home, for here am I? - Cuckoo! - Cuckoo, cuckoo, here am I.” - - “I dare not open the door to you. - Cuckoo! - Perhaps you are not the right cuckoo? - Cuckoo! - Cuckoo, cuckoo, the right Cuckoo!” - - “I am the right Cuckoo, the proper one. - Cuckoo! - For I am my father’s only son, - Cuckoo! - Cuckoo, cuckoo, his only son.” - - “If you are your father’s only son-- - Cuckoo! - The bobbin pull tightly, - Come through the door lightly-- - Cuckoo! - - If you are your father’s only son-- - Cuckoo! - It must be you, the only one-- - Cuckoo, cuckoo, my own Cuckoo! - Cuckoo!” - - - - -MADCAP - - - Swift, lithe, plastical; - High-fantastical - In feats gymnastical; - Enthusiastical; - - She is a glorious - Romp; victorious; - Is uproarious - Too censorious? - - She is a mighty, - Elfy, spritey, - Highty-tighty - Ma’mselle Flighty. - -[Illustration] - - The gayest wench, if - Her mood’s extensive; - But full of sense, if - Her mood is pensive. - - What resolution - In execution! - “O mum,” says Susan, - “She is a Rooshian!” - - But when she’s graver - No girl is braver - In her behaviour, - As I’m a shaver! - - Bid Mystery pack again! - With sudden tack again, - My Romp is back again, - Madcap, clack again! - - When I am priming - Myself for rhyming - Of Jove or Hymen, - That girl is climbing, - - Athletic, able, - The chairs, the table, - An admirable - Gymnastic Babel! - - It makes me shiver - In lungs and liver, - To look! However, - Three cheers I give her. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE BEWITCHED TOYS; OR, QUEEN MAB IN CHILD-WORLD. - - - I - - Here comes Queen Mab in her coach-and-six! - Look out for mischievous fairy tricks! - Look out, good girls! Look out, brave boys! - I know she comes to bewitch your toys! - Hither she floats, like the down of a thistle!-- - So mind the pegtop; and mind the hoop; - Bring down the kite with a sudden swoop; - Hide the popgun; and plug up the whistle; - But don’t say Dolly’s a-bed with the croup: - For, if you tell her a fib, my dear, - She’ll fasten the door-key to your ear! - - - II - - Then the Kite went flying up to the Moon, - And the Man with the Sticks, who lives up there, - Kick’d it through with his clouted shoon, - And the tail hung dangling down in the air. - - But Harry wouldn’t let go the string, - Although it nearly broke with the strain; - Said he: “Well, this is a comical thing, - But the kite is mine, and I’ll have it again!” - - “Now whistle three times,” cried cunning Nell, - “And over your shoulder throw your shoe, - And pull once more, and say this spell: - FUSTUMFUNNIDOSTANTARABOO!” - - But Harry made a mistake in the charm, - Saying, “FUSTUMFUNNIDOSTANTABOORACK!” - And a dreadful pain went all up his arm, - And he fell down, shouting, right on his back. - - Then Nell took hold, and pulled the string, - And the kite came down, all safe and sound, - And a piece of the moon away did bring, - Which you may have for a silver pound! - - - III - - Said Thomas, with the round straw hat, - “My popgun bring to me, - And hey! to shoot the Tabby Cat - Up in the Cherry-tree! - - “Last night she stole my supper all,-- - She must be better taught; - And I shall make her caterwaul - ‘I’m sorry,’ as she ought.” - - Then Thomas, taking hasty aim - At Tabby on the bough, - Hit Tabby’s mistress, an old Dame - Who had a Brindled Cow. - - The Brindled Cow could not abide - To see her mistress struck. - And after trembling Thomas hied,-- - Said he, “It’s just my luck!” - - She tossed him once, she tossed him twice, - When Tabby at her flew, - Saying, “Tom, your custard was so nice - That I will fight for you.” - - The old Dame flung the pellet back, - And, when Tom picked it up, - He cried, “The pellet has turned, good lack! - To a custard in a cup!” - - And so it had! The Brindled Cow, - The Dame, and Tabby Cat - Were much surprised. “It’s strange, I vow,” - Said Tom in the round hat. - - But nothing came amiss to him; - He ate the custard clean-- - There was a brown mark round the rim - To show where it had been. - - - IV - - “Pegtop, pegtop--fast asleep! - Pray, how long do you mean to keep - Humming and droning and spinning away? - Do you mean to keep on all the day? - Ten minutes have passed since your nap was begun; - Pegtop, when will your nap be done? - - “Forty winks, forty, and forty more! - You never slept so long before; - This is a pretty sleep to take! - Boxer, Boxer, yawn and wake!” - - Then said Marian, “Never fear; - Dolly’s nightcap, Richard dear, - Put on Boxer--perhaps he thinks - He would like forty times forty winks!” - - Three o’clock, four o’clock, all day long - Richard’s pegtop hummed so strong, - Hummed away and would not stop-- - Dick had to buy another top! - For though this Boxer was certainly clever, - Who wants a pegtop to hum for ever? - - All the Queen’s horses and all the Queen’s men - Couldn’t get Boxer to wake again; - They made him a house, and put him in; - The people came to see Boxer spin; - “A penny apiece,” said Dick, “and cheap, - To see my Pegtop’s wonderful sleep!” - - - V - - Kate had quarrelled and would not speak - To Cousin John, - Who, trying to kiss her on the cheek, - With her bonnet on, - Had crumpled her bonnet at the border, - And put the trimming in disorder. - - “Pray let me kiss you, Katy dear,” - Said John so gay. - “Now. Master John,” said Kate severe, - “Please get away! - And if you don’t, I only hope - You’ll get hit with my skipping-rope!” - - Skip, skip, - Never trip; - Round and round! - “Does it touch the ground? - Don’t I skip well?” said sulky Kate; - But, oh, at last - Her feet stuck fast-- - Her pretty feet, - So small and neat, - Were glued by magic to the skipping-cord, - Which turned into a Swing! And then my lord - Johnny said, “This is fine, upon my word!” - - Backwards and forwards Katy swung;-- - To the magic rope, which by nothing hung, - Frightened out of her breath she clung-- - An apple for the Queen, and a pear for the King! - Wasn’t that a wonderful swing? - It kept on going like anything! - - “John!” said Katy, turning faint, - And the colour of white paint, - “Save me from this dreadful swing!” - Then our Johnny made a spring - Up to Kate, and held her tight, - And kissed her twice, with all his might, - Which stopped the magic swing; and Katy then - Said, “Thank you, Jack!” and kissed him back again. - - - VI - - Then the Children all said, “She spoils our play: - We must really get Queen Mab away; - She mustn’t bewitch our Toys too much. - Who will speak to her? Does she talk Dutch? - John knows Magic, and Greek, and such; - No one than John can be cleverer-- - Perhaps he knows how to get rid of her!” - - - VII - - Six White Mice, with harness on, - What do you think of Cousin John, - Who taught them so, - And made them go?-- - Six white mice, with harness on! - - A wee coach, gilt like the Lord Mayor’s own! - Made by Cousin John alone, - Bright and gay,-- - On a Lord Mayor’s Day - Just such a coach is the Lord Mayor’s own! - - Marian’s Doll come out for a ride, - Dressed like a queen in pomp and pride: - The six wee mice, - That trot so nice, - Draw Marian’s Doll come out for a ride! - - Every mouse had a silver bell - Round its neck, as I’ve heard tell; - Tinkle tink!-- - But who would think - Of a harnessed mouse, with a silver bell? - - “What can six white mice intend?” - Thought Queen Mab, with her hair on end-- - “And silver bells, - And what-not-else-- - What can six white mice intend? - - “When was such a procession seen? - It frightens me, as I’m a Queen!” - So she stopped her tricks, - And her coach-and-six - Drove away with the Fairy Queen. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE NEW WORLD - - - I saw a new world in my dream, - Where all the folks alike did seem; - There was no Child, there was no Mother, - There was no Change, there was no Other, - - For everything was Same, the Same; - There was no praise, there was no blame; - There was neither Need nor Help for it; - There was nothing fitting, or unfit. - - Nobody laughed, nobody wept; - None grew weary, and so none slept; - There was nobody born, and nobody wed; - This world was a world of the living-dead. - - I longed to hear the Time-Clock strike - In the world where the people were all alike; - I hated Same, I hated For-Ever, - I longed to say Neither, or even Never. - - I longed to mend, I longed to make, - I longed to give, I longed to take, - I longed for a change, whatever came after, - I longed for crying, I longed for laughter. - - At last I heard the Time-Clock boom, - And woke from my dream in my little room; - With a smile on her lips my mother was nigh, - And I heard the Baby crow and cry. - - And I thought to myself,--How nice it is - For me to live in a world like this, - Where things can happen, and clocks can strike, - And none of the people are made alike; - - Where Love wants this, and Pain wants that, - And all our hearts want Tit for Tat - In the jumbles we make with our heads and our hands, - In a world that nobody understands, - But with work, and hope, and the right to call - Upon Him who sees it and knows us all. - - - - - LINA AND HER LAMB - - - I - - This is Lina, with her lamb, - Lina and her lamb together, - In the pleasant, flowery weather. - “What a happy lamb I am!”-- - That is what the lamb would say - If the lamb could only speak-- - “Lina loves me all the week; - Lina loves me night and day; - Lina loves me all the hours; - Lina goes to gather flowers; - Lina knows them, Lina finds them; - Lina takes the flowers, and binds them - In a necklace for her lamb!”-- - Happy Lina, happy lamb! - Lina and her lamb together, - In the pleasant flowery weather. - -[Illustration] - - - II - - This is Lina with her lamb, - Lina and her lamb together, - In the snowy winter weather; - “What a happy lamb I am!” - That is what the lamb would say - If the lamb could only speak-- - “Lina loves me, Lina heeds me, - Lina carries me, and feeds me!” - Happy Lina, happy lamb! - Lina and her lamb together, - In the freezing winter weather. - - - - - THE BOY THAT LOVES A BABY - - - Good morrow, Little Stranger, - Good morrow, Baby dear! - Good morrow, too, Mrs. Grainger, - And what do you do here? - With your boxes, caps, and cap-strings, - Drowsy, hazard-hap things, - And love of good cheer? - - I’m a little boy that goes, ma’am, - Straight to the point; - You said that my nose, ma’am, - Would soon be out of joint; - But my nose keeps its place, ma’am-- - The middle of my face, ma’am; - It is a nose of grace, ma’am-- - Aroint thee, aroint! - -[Illustration] - - Good morrow, Little Stranger, - A girl, or a boy? - Good morrow, Mrs. Grainger-- - Where are you, ma’am?--ahoy! - Here’s all things in their proper place, - And people likewise, - The laundry-maid in the copper-place, - The skylark in the skies! - Here’s love for Mamma, - And love for Papa; - Here’s a penny for a scavenger, - And a bag for the blooming lavender, - And a rope for Don’t Care, - And a kiss for the little Baby, - And one for a pretty lady - With a diamond in her hair! - - - - -[Illustration: HAROLD AND ALICE; - - OR, - - THE REFORMED GIANT] - - - I - - The Giant sat on a rock up high, - With the wind in his shaggy hair; - And he said, “I have drained the dairies dry, - And stripped the orchards bare; - - “I have eaten the sheep, with the wool on their backs,” - (A nasty giant was he,) - “The eggs and the shells, the honey, the wax, - The fowls, and the cock-turkéy; - -[Illustration] - - “And now I think I could eat a score - Of babies so plump and small; - And if, after that, I should want any more, - Their brothers and sisters and all. - - “To-morrow I’ll do it. Ha! what was that?” - Said he, for a sound he heard; - “Was it fluttering owl or pattering rat, - Or bough to the breeze that stirred?” - - Oh, it was neither rat nor owl, - Giant! nor shaking leaf; - Young Harold has heard your scheme so foul, - And it may come to grief! - - One thing which you ate has escaped your mind,-- - Young Harold his guinea-pig dear; - And he has crept up to try and find - His pet, and he shakes with fear; - - He has hid himself in a corner, you know, - To listen and look about; - And if to the village to-morrow you go, - You may find the babes gone out! - -[Illustration] - - - II - - Now, when to the village came Harold back - And told his tale so wild, - Then every mother she cried, “Good lack! - My child! preserve my child!” - - And every father took his sword - And sharpened it on a stone; - But little Harold said never a word, - Having a plan of his own. - - He laid six harrows outside the stile - That led to the village green, - Then on them a little hay did pile, - For the prongs not to be seen. - - A toothsome sucking-pig he slew, - And thereby did it lay; - For why? Because young Harold knew - The Giant would pass that way. - - Then he went in and said his prayers,-- - Not to lie down to sleep; - But at his window up the stairs - A watch all night did keep, - - Till the little stars all went pale to bed, - Because the sun was out, - And the sky in the east grew dapple-red, - And the little birds chirped about. - - - III - - Now, all the village was early awake, - And, with short space to pray, - Their preparations they did make, - To bear the babes away. - - The horses were being buckled in,-- - The little ones looked for a ride,-- - When on came the Giant, as ugly as Sin, - With a terrible six-yard stride. - - Then every woman and every child - To scream aloud began; - Young Harold up at his watch-tower smiled, - And his sword drew every man; - - For now the Giant, fierce and big, - Came near to the stile by the green, - But when he saw that luscious pig - His lips grew wet between! - - Now, left foot, right foot, step it again, - He trod on----the harrow spikes! - And how he raged and roared with pain - He may describe who likes. - - At last he fell, and as he lay - Loud bellowing on the ground, - The stalwart men of the village, they - With drawn swords danced around. - - “O spare my life, I you entreat! - I will be a Giant good! - O take out those thorns that prick my feet, - Which now are bathed in blood!” - - Then the little village maids did feel - For this Giant so shaggy-haired, - And to their parents they did kneel, - Saying, “Let his life be spared!” - - His bleeding wounds the maids did bind; - They framed a litter strong - With all the hurdles they could find; - Six horses drew him along; - - And all the way to his castle rude - Up high in the piny rocks, - He promised to be a Giant good-- - The cruel, crafty fox! - - - IV - - “O mother, lend me your largest tub!”-- - “Why, daughter? tell me quick!”-- - “O mother, to make a syllabub - For the Giant who is so sick.” - - Now in fever-fit the Giant lay, - From the pain in his wounded feet, - And hoping soon would come the day - When he might the babies eat. - - “O mother, dress me in white, I beg, - With flowers and pretty gear; - For Mary and Madge, and Jess and Peg, - And all my playmates dear, - - “We go to the Giant’s this afternoon, - To carry him something nice,-- - A custard three times as big as the moon, - With sugar and wine and spice.” - - “O daughter, your father shall go with you; - Suppose the Giant is well, - And eats you up, what shall we do?” - Then her thought did Alice tell:-- - - “No, mother dear; we go alone, - And Heaven for us will care; - If the Giant bad has a heart of stone, - We will soften it with prayer!” - - Now, when the Giant saw these maids, - Drest all in white, draw near, - He twitched his monstrous shoulder-blades, - And dropped an honest tear! - - “Dear Giant, a syllabub nice we bring, - Pray let us tuck you in!” - The Giant said, “Sweet innocent thing! - “Oh, I am a lump of sin! - - “Go home, and say to the man of prayer - To make the church-door wide, - For I next Sunday will be there, - And kneel, dears, at your side. - - “Tell brave young Harold I forgive - Him for the harrow-spikes; - And I will do, please Heaven I live, - What penance the prayer-man likes. - - “Set down, my dears, the syllabub, - And as I better feel, - I’ll try and eat a fox’s cub - At my next mid-day meal; - - “And all my life the village I’ll keep - From harmful vermin free; - But never more will eat up the sheep, - The honey, or cock-turkéy!” - - - V - - Now Sunday came, and in the aisle - Did kneel the Giant tall; - The priest could not forbear a smile, - The church it looked so small! - - And, as the Giant walked away, - He knocked off the roof with his head; - But he quarried stones on the following day, - To build another instead. - -[Illustration] - - And it was high and broad and long, - And a hundred years it stood, - To tell of the Giant so cruel and strong - That kindness had made good. - - And when Harold and Alice were married there, - A handsome sight was seen; - For the bridegroom was brave, and the bride was fair-- - LONG LIVE OUR GRACIOUS QUEEN! - - - - - [Illustration] - - PRINCE PHILIBERT - - - Oh, who loves Prince Philibert? - Who but myself? - His foot’s in the stirrup; - His book’s on the shelf; - His dapple-grey Dobbin - Attends to his whip, - And rocks up and down - On the floor like a ship. - - I went to the pond with him, - Just like the sea, - To swim his three-decker - That’s named after me; - His cheeks were like roses; - He knew all the rocks; - He looks like a sailor - In grey knickerbocks. - - Oh, where is the keepsake - I gave you, my prince? - I keep yours in a drawer - That smells of a quince: - So how can I lose it? - But you, giddy thing! - Keep mine in your pocket, - Mixed up with some string. - - Remember the riddle - I told you last week! - And how I forgave you - That scratch on the cheek! - - You could not have helped it,-- - You never would strike, - Intending to do it, - The girl that you like! - - You call me Miss Stupid, - You call me Miss Prue; - But how do you like me - In crimson and blue? - We go partners in findings, - And money, and that, - You help me in ciphering; - Look at my hat! - - I love you, Prince Philibert! - Who but myself? - With your foot in the stirrup, - Your book on the shelf! - We call you a prince, John, - But oh, when you crack - The nuts we go halves in, - You’re my Filbert Jack! - - - - - [Illustration] - - GOLD-BOY AND GREEN-GIRL - - - There was a little jackdaw - Lived on a vane; - He was a very black daw, - Shiny in the rain. - - There was a boy in gold; - There was a girl in green; - The lad was very bold; - The maid was more serene. - - There was a little church; - It had a little steeple; - The jackdaw on his perch - Cawed at the people. - - This little golden boy - And green damosel - Did make it their employ - Their loves for to tell. - - And early in the morning, - It came into their head - Themselves to be adorning - And go for to be wed. - - The girl in green did stammer - At saying _I take thee_; - Gaffer said, and Gammer, - “What a pair they be!” - - The yellow boy was bolder, - And spoke up like a king, - As if he had been older-- - Hark, the bells ring! - - In pops the jackdaw - At the belfry-door; - “Caw!” says the jackdaw, - “One peal more!” - - - - - [Illustration] - - AT HARVEST-TIME - - - The tawny sheaves of wheat - Are standing on their feet, - They cuddle together, - They huddle together, - They laugh out bold, - Their tassels of gold - They toss up together; - They gossip together - In the harvest weather; - And what may the thing they are whispering be? - - The trees stand waiting; - The windmills are prating - And gesticulating-- - But what is debating? - What do they wait to hear or to see? - - We shall soon know, I trust-- - Whew, the wind! just - A soft, rapid gust, - That swirls about the dust - In the serpentine green lane, and the straws upon the lea! - - The light white mill divines; - I can see him making signs - To his heavy black brother; - They nod to each other-- - “Hail-fellows-well-met with the Wind are we!” - - And my lady in her bower, - Or her parlour, or her tower, - Says, “In about an hour - We shall have a thunder-shower”---- - Shine or storm, pretty lady, keep a kiss for me! - - - - - [Illustration] - - SEE-SAW - - - I said to the babe, out of swaddling bands, - As it kicked up its heels, and flung out its hands, - And blew little bubbles, and cried, and crew, - “You innocent dear! But I wouldn’t be you! - - And yet I don’t know: you have never to think; - You have only to snuggle, and sleep, and drink, - And, in spite of original sin, grow fat. - Yes, really, one might do worse than that!” - - I said to the schoolboy, “You joyous elf!”-- - I mean, I murmured the thing to myself, - Or he would have laughed--“Get out, sir, do! - I have half a mind to wish I were you!” - - He looked so jolly, that scaramouch did, - As gay as a Clown, as bold as the Cid; - But then I remembered task and taws-- - There is always something to make one pause. - - And my dot of a daughter, she says, “Papa! - I wish you would make me my own mamma! - She _is_ so happy, she _is_ so nice! - And then I would give you my three white mice!” - - Says I, “You’re a duck, a dear, a pearl!” - But really my brain was inclined to whirl; - “There is always something,” I thought; “but why? - Perhaps we shall know of it by-and-bye.” - - So I went to my bed, and I dreamed that night - Of a saint in heaven, all shining white. - “Sweet, fair-eyed seraph!” said I, in sleep; - “I wish I were you, in the rest you keep!” - - And yet at the word I thought, in bed, - Of wife, and Walter, and Winifred; - The Christmas bells my slumber broke: - “There is always something!” thought I, and woke. - - - - - [Illustration] - - GREAT, WIDE, BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL WORLD - - - Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World, - With the wonderful water round you curled, - And the wonderful grass upon your breast-- - World, you are beautifully drest. - - The wonderful air is over me, - And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree, - It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, - And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. - - You friendly Earth! how far do you go, - With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, - With cities and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, - And people upon 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, - “You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot: - You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!” - - - - - [Illustration] - - KITTENS AND CHICKENS - - - That is the Kitten, - The one in black - That you see at the back, - Whose heart was smitten - (For kittens have hearts - As well as brains - And other parts, - For pleasures and pains)-- - Was smitten, I say, - On a sunshiny day, - By a callow chicken, - And made a picking - Of the chicken’s bones - Out there, on the stones, - To the great disgust - Of the mother Hen, - Who came up then, - When the feast was ended, - And the undefended - Fowl just swallowed! - And the Hen was followed - By the Cock well-grown, - Who seemed disgusted - That the Hen had trusted - The chicken alone. - - It was on the next day - That the Cat did essay - To visit the place - Of this disgrace, - In search of a chicken - Again for picking; - But now the Cock, - As firm as a rock, - Beholding the Kitten, - With rage was smitten, - And stuck out his chest, - And set up his crest, - And crowed defiance, - Like an army of lions, - To the Kitten who there, - With his tail in the air, - Saw that the hens,-- - Three in number,-- - Were not in slumber, - And so had the sense - To take his departure, - Like the arrow of an archer - Swift from a bow, - And left the Cock, - As firm as a rock, - To ruffle and crow, - All under the door, - As we said before, - With nothing to tire him, - And the hens to admire him. - - In a corner was sitting - Another Kitten, - White, not black, - Who heard the clack, - And knowing the story - Of the chicken gory, - And, seeing the Cock - Defying the other - (It was her brother!) - Had trepidations - And meditations - About taking chickens, - And such, for pickings. - But cats will be cats - The whole world long! - - - - - THE MAKING OF THE MUSIC - - - “Make us a song, then, mother dear! - Sweet to think of, and sweet to sing,” - Said the little daughter and the little son; - Their lips were gay, and their eyes were clear-- - “And let the song be an easy one, - Sweet to think of, and sweet to sing.” - - “Sweet to think of, and sweet to hear? - How shall I make it, children dear? - The night is falling, the winds are rough; - What will you give me to make it of?” - - “No, mother dear, the winds are soft, - And the sky is blue and clear aloft, - And oh! we can give you things enough - To make the beautiful music of. - -[Illustration] - - “We will give you the morning and afternoon, - We will give you the sun, and a white full moon; - You shall have all our prettiest toys, - And fields and flowers, and girls and boys. - - “We will give you a bird, and a ship at sea, - And a golden cloud, and an almond-tree, - A picture gay, a river that runs, - A chime of bells, and hot cross-buns. - - “You may have roses and rubies rare, - And silks and satins beyond compare, - A sceptre and crown, a queen, a king, - And beautiful dreams, and everything! - We will give you all that we think or know-- - The song will be sweet if you make it so.” - - Then the mother smiled as she began - To make the music, and sweet it ran, - And easy enough, for a strain or two; - And the children said, “Mother, the song will do!” - - But soon the melody ran less clear; - There came a pause, and a wandering tear, - And a thought that went back many a year; - And the children fancied the music long, - And asked, “What have you put into the song - That we did not tell you, mother dear?” - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE RACE OF THE FLOWERS - - - The trees and the flowers seem running a race, - But none treads down the other; - And neither thinks it his disgrace - To be later than his brother. - - Yet the pear-tree shouts to the lilac-tree, - “Make haste, for the Spring is late!” - And the lilac whispers to the chestnut-tree - (Because he is so great), - “Pray you, great sir, be quick, be quick, - For down below we are blossoming thick!” - - Then the chestnut hears, and comes out in bloom, - White, or pink, to the tip-top boughs-- - Oh, why not grow higher, there’s plenty of room, - You beautiful tree, with the sky for your house? - Then like music they seem to burst out together, - The little and the big, with a beautiful burst; - They sweeten the wind, they paint the weather, - And no one remembers which was first: - White rose, red rose, - Bud rose, shed rose, - Larkspur, and lily, and the rest, - North, south, east, west, - June, July, August, September! - - Ever so late in the year will come - Many a red geranium, - And chrysanthemums up to November! - Then the winter has overtaken them all, - The fogs and the rains begin to fall, - And the flowers, after running their races, - Are weary, and shut up their little faces, - And under the ground they go to sleep. - Is it very far down? Yes, ever so deep. - - - - - POLLY - - - Brown eyes, - Straight nose; - Dirt pies, - Rumpled clothes; - - Torn books, - Spoilt toys; - Arch looks, - Unlike a boy’s; - - Little rages, - Obvious arts; - (Three her age is,) - Cakes, tarts; - - Falling down - Off chairs; - Breaking crown - Down stairs; - -[Illustration] - - Catching flies - On the pane; - Deep sighs,-- - Cause not plain; - - Bribing you - With kisses - For a few - Farthing blisses; - - Wide awake, - As you hear, - “Mercy’s sake, - Quiet, dear!” - - New shoes, - New frock; - Vague views - Of what’s o’clock - - When it’s time - To go to bed, - And scorn sublime - Of what is said; - - Folded hands, - Saying prayers, - Understands - Not, nor cares; - - Thinks it odd, - Smiles away; - Yet may God - Hear her pray! - - Bedgown white, - Kiss Dolly; - Good-night!-- - That’s Polly, - - Fast asleep, - As you see; - Heaven keep - My girl for me! - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE WINDMILL - - - Now, who will live in the windmill, who, - With the powdery miller-man? - The miller is one, but who’ll make two, - To share his loaf and can? - - “O, I will live with the miller, I! - To grind the corn is grand; - The great black sails go up on high, - And come down to the land!” - - Now who will be the miller’s bride? - The miller’s in haste to wed - A girl in her pride, with a sash at her side, - A girl with a curly head! - - “O, I will be the miller’s wife; - The dust is all my joy; - To live in a windmill all my life - Would be a sweet employ!” - - Then spake the goblin of the sails - (You heard, but could not see), - “The wickedest man of the hills and dales, - The miller-man is he! - - “None ever dwelt in the mill before - But died by the miller’s steel; - The whiskered rats lap up their gore, - He grinds their bones to meal!” - - O gossiping goblin, my dreams will be bad, - You tell such dreadful tales! - O mill, how secret you seem! how mad, - How wicked you look, black sails! - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE GIRL THAT GARIBALDI KISSED - - - Oh, where’s the little maid - That Garibaldi kissed? - She ought to be displayed, - She shall be, I insist, - - Command, resolve, determine,-- - Beneath a tent of gold, - In swan’s-down and in ermine, - If Christmas should be cold! - - I am not very rich, - But would give a golden guinea - To see that little witch, - That happy pick-a-ninny! - - He bowed to my own daughter, - And Polly is her name; - She wore a shirt of slaughter, - Of Garibaldi flame,-- - - Of course I mean of scarlet; - But the girl he kissed--who knows?-- - May be named Selina Charlotte, - And dressed in yellow clothes! - - I look for her in church, - I seek her in the crowd; - Some bellman on a perch - Ought to ask for her out loud! - - I would offer a reward, - But I might get cheated then, - And I cannot well afford - To make that guinea ten. - - She may live up in Lancashire, - All in her yellow gown, - Or down in Hankypankyshire, - Or here in London town. - - She may be on board a steamer - Upon the briny sea-- - O stewardess! esteem her, - For a glorious girl is she! - - Perhaps at some academy - Her _Télémaque_ is read-- - They would think it very bad of me - To turn her little head! - - She may be doing fancy-work, - She may be taking tea; - But I wish some necromancy-work - Would bring that girl to me! - - For I would dress the little girl - That Garibaldi kissed - In a necklace all of precious pearl, - With a bracelet for her wrist, - - With diamonds in her stomacher, - And garlands in her hair; - She should sit, for folks to come at her, - All in a silver chair; - - And no one would be rude - To Garibaldi’s pet,-- - The sight would do the people good, - They never would forget! - - Oh glorious is the girl - Whom such a man has kissed, - The proudest duke or earl - Stands lower in the list! - - It would be a happy plan - For everything that’s human, - If the pet of such a man - Should grow to such a woman! - - If she does as much in her way - As he has done in his,-- - Turns bad things topsy-turvey, - And sad things into bliss,-- - Oh, we shall not need a survey - To find that little miss, - Grown to a woman worthy - Of Garibaldi’s kiss! - - - - - [Illustration] - - SEEING GOD - - - It is dark, the night is come, - And the world is hushed and dumb; - Sleep, my darling; God is here!-- - _Shall I see Him, mother dear?_ - - It is day, the sun is bright, - And the world is laid in light; - Wake, my darling, God is here!-- - _Shall I see Him, mother dear?_ - - Not the day’s awakening light, - Babe, can show thee God aright; - Not the dark, that brings thee sleep, - Him can from my darling keep. - - Day and night are His, to fill: - We are His, to do His will; - Do His will, and, never fear, - _Thou shalt see Him, baby dear_. - - - - - [Illustration] - - FAIR LADY, RARE LADY - - - Fair lady, rare lady, - Light on the lea - Wandering, and pondering-- - “Oh, bring him to me!” - - Gallant knight, valiant knight, - Swift on the sea - Sailing, prevailing, - Thy shallop shall be! - - Ringing bells, singing bells, - Chime merrilie! - Brave knight and lady bright - Wedded shall be! - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE ABSENT BOY - - - I know an absent-minded boy, - To meditate is all his joy; - He seldom does the thing he ought - Because he is so rapt in thought. - - At marbles he can never win; - He wears his waistcoat outside in; - He cannot add a sum up right; - And often he is not polite. - - His mother cries, “My poor heart breaks, - Because the child makes such mistakes; - He never knows,” she says with sighs, - “Which side his bread the butter lies!” - - One day, absorbed in meditation, - He roamed into a railway station, - And in a corner of a train - Sat down, with inattentive brain. - - They rang the bell, the whistle blew, - They shook the flags, the engine flew; - But all the noise did not induce - This boy to quit his mood abstruse. - - And when three hours were past and gone - He found himself at Something_ton_; - “What is this place?” he sighed in vain, - For railway men can not speak plain. - - When he got home his parents had - To pay his fare, which was too bad; - More than two hundred miles, alas! - The Absent Boy had gone first-class. - - For fear he should, in absentness, - Forget his own name and address - Whilst he pursues his meditations, - And so be lost to his relations, - - Would it be best that he should wear - A collar like our Tray? or bear - His name and home in indigo - Pricked on his shoulder, or below? - - The chief objection to this plan - Is, that his father is a man - Who often moves. If we begin - To prick the Boy’s home on his skin, - - Before long he will be tattooed - With indigo from head to foot: - Perhaps a label on his chest - Would meet the difficulty best. - - - - - [Illustration] - - MORNING - - - Welcome to the new To-day! - Yesterday is past and gone; - Good-bye Night and Twilight gray, - Earth has put the Morning on: - - Morning on the high hill’s shoulder, - On the valley’s lap so soft, - On the river running colder, - On the trees with heads aloft. - - All night Baby thought of nothing, - Sleep took care of Baby dear; - Baby, too, has fine new clothing, - Now the sweet To-day is here. - - Tell me, without many guesses,-- - Come! it is not much to con,-- - Tell me what my Babe’s new dress is? - Babe has put the Morning on! - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE RISING, WATCHING MOON - - - Ah, the moon is watching me! - Red, and round as round can be, - Over the house and the top of the tree - Rising slowly. We shall see - Something happen very soon;-- - Hide me from the dreadful moon! - - Slowly, surely, rising higher, - Soon she will be as high as the spire! - It seems as if something must happen then - To all the world, and all the men! - Oh, I dare not think, for I am not wise-- - I must look away, I must shut my eyes! - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE FLOWERS - - - When Love arose in heart and deed, - To wake the world to greater joy, - “What can she give me now?” said Greed, - Who thought to win some costly toy. - - He rose, he ran, he stooped, he clutched, - And soon the flowers, that Love let fall, - In Greed’s hot grasp were frayed and smutched, - And Greed said, “Flowers! can this be all?” - - He flung them down, and went his way, - He cared no jot for thyme or rose; - But boys and girls came out to play, - And some took these, and some took those, - - Red, blue, and white, and green and gold; - And at their touch the dew returned, - And all the bloom a thousand fold, - So red, so ripe, the roses burned. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE PENANCE OF THE LITTLE MAID - - - I met a fair maiden, I saw her plain, - In the five-acre when the corn was mellow, - Counting her fingers again and again, - Her kirtle was green, her hair was yellow, - “Oh, what are you counting, fair maid?” said I, - “Counting, I will be bound, your treasures?” - “Oh no, kind sir,” she made sad reply, - “Counting, for penance, my unshared pleasures.” - - Her head was bent low, and slowly went she; - If she goes on straight, she must come to the sea! - - Blow, blow, south wind, the year’s on the turn; - Creep, little blue-bell, close under the fern! - - I hope that the penance the little maid is doing - Will be finished before winter comes with rattle, rain, and ruin? - - “Oh yes, kind sir, my penance will be over” - (She told me in a dream last night, I know it will come true), - “Come and look for me next summer, when the bee is in the clover, - And I will share my pleasures then with you, you, you!” - - - - - [Illustration] - - FRODGEDOBBULUM’S FANCY - - - I - - Did you ever see Giant Frodgedobbulum, - With his double great-toe and his double great thumb? - - Did you ever hear Giant Frodgedobbulum, - Saying _Fa-fe-fi_ and _fo-faw-fum_? - - He shakes the earth as he walks along, - As deep as the sea, as far as Hong-kong! - - He is a giant and no mistake; - With teeth like the prongs of a garden rake! - - - II - - The Giant Frodgedobbulum got out of bed, - Sighing, “Heigh-ho! that I were but wed!” - - The Giant Frodgedobbulum sat in his chair, - Saying, “Why should a giant be wanting a fair?” - - The Giant Frodgedobbulum said to his boots, - “The first maid I meet I will wed, if she suits!” - - They were Magic Boots, and they laughed as he spoke-- - “Oh, ho,” says the giant, “you think it’s a joke?” - - - III - - So he put on his boots, and came stumping down, - Clatter and clump, into Banbury town-- - - He did not fly into Banbury, - For plenty of time to walk had he! - - He kicked at the gate--“Within there, ho!” - “Oh, what is your name?” says the porter Slow. - - “Oh, the Giant Frodgedobbulum am I, - For a wife out of Banbury town I sigh!” - - Up spake the porter, bold and free, - “Your room we prefer to your company.” - - Up spake Frodgedobbulum, free and bold, - “I will build up your town with silver and - gold!” - - Up spake Marjorie, soft and small, - “I will not be your wife at all!” - - The giant knocked in the gate with his feet, - And there stood Marjorie in the street! - - She was nine years old, she was lissome and fair, - And she wore emeralds in her hair. - - She could dance like a leaf, she could sing like a thrush, - She was bold as the north wind, and sweet as a blush. - - Her father tanned, her mother span, - “But Marjorie shall marry a gentleman,-- - - Silks and satins, I’ll lay you a crown!”-- - So said the people in Banbury town. - - Such was Marjorie--and who should come - To woo her but this Frodgedobbulum, - - A vulgar giant, who wore no gloves, - And very pig-headed in his loves! - - - IV - - They rang the alarum, and in the steeple - They tolled the church-bells to rouse the people. - - But all the people in Banbury town - Could not put Frodgedobbulum down. - - The tanner thought to stab him dead-- - “Somebody pricked me?” the giant said. - - The mother wept--“I do not care,” - Said F.--“Why should I be wanting a fair?” - - He snatched up Marjorie, stroked his boot, - And fled; with Banbury in pursuit! - - “What ho, my boots! put forth your power! - Carry me sixty miles an hour!” - - In ditches and dykes, over stocks and stones, - The Banbury people fell, with groans. - - Frodgedobbulum passed over river and tree, - Gallopy-gallop, with Marjorie;-- - - The people beneath her Marjorie sees - Of the size of mites in an Oxford cheese! - - - V - - Castle Frodgedobbulum sulked between - Two bleak hills, in a deep ravine. - - It was always dark there, and always drear, - The same time of day and the same time of year, - - The walls of the castle were slimy and black, - There were dragons in front, and toads at the back. - - Spiders there were, and of vampires lots; - Ravens croaked round the chimney-pots. - - Seven bull-dogs barked in the hall; - Seven wild cats did caterwaul! - - The giant said, with a smirk on his face, - “My Marjorie, this is a pretty place; - - As Mrs. F. you will lead, with me, - A happier life than in Banbury! - - Pour out my wine, and comb my hair, - And put me to sleep in my easy chair; - - But, first, my boots I will kick away”-- - And Marjorie answered, “_S’il vous plait!_” - - Then the giant mused, “It befits my station - To marry a lady of education; - - But who would have thought this Banbury wench - Was so accomplished, and could speak French?” - - Did you ever hear Frodgedobbulum snore? - He shook the castle from roof to floor! - - Fast asleep as a pig was he-- - “And very much like one!” thought Marjorie. - - - VI - - Then Marjorie stood on a leathern chair, - And opened the window to the air. - - The bats flap, the owls hoot-- - Marjorie lifted the giant’s boot! - - The ravens shriek, the owls hoot-- - Marjorie got into the giant’s boot! - - And Marjorie said, “I can reach the moon - Before you waken, you big buffoon!” - - Once, twice, three times, and away,-- - “Which is the road to Banbury, pray?” - - The Boot made answer, “Hah, hah! hoh, hoh! - The road to Banbury town I know.” - - - VII - - The giant awoke in his easy chair, - Saying, “Ho, little Marjorie, are you there? - - A stoup of wine, to be spiced the same!-- - Exquisite Marjorie, _je vous aime_!” - - Now where was Marjorie? Safe and sound - In the Magic Boot she cleared the ground. - - Frodgedobbulum groaned--“I am bereft! - The left boot’s gone, and the right is left!-- - - The window’s open! I’ll bet a crown - The chit is off to Banbury town! - - But follow, follow, my faithful Boot! - One is enough for the pursuit; - - And back to my arms the wench shall come - As sure as my name’s Frodgedobbulum!” - - - VIII - - Hasty Frodgedobbulum, being a fool, - Forgot of the Magic Boots the rule. - - They were made on a right and a left boot-tree, - But he put the wrong leg in the boot, you see! - - It was a terrible mistake - For even a giant in love to make-- - - Terrible in its consequences, - Frightful to any man’s seven senses! - - Down came a thunderbolt, rumble and glare! - Frodgedobbulum Castle blew up in the air! - - The giant, deprived of self-control, - Was carried away to the very North Pole; - - For such was the magic rule. Poor F. - Now sits on the peak of the Arctic cliff! - - The point is so sharp it makes him shrink; - The northern streamers, they make him blink; - - One boot on, and one boot off, - He shivers and shakes, and thinks, with a cough, - - “Safe in Banbury Marjorie dwells; - Marjorie will marry some one else!” - - - IX - - And so Frodgedobbulum, the giant, - Sits on the North Pole incompliant. - - He blinks at the snow with its weary white; - He blinks at the spears of the northern light; - - Kicks out with one boot; says, “Fi-fo-fum! - I am the Giant Frodgedobbulum!” - - But who cares whether he is or not, - Living in such an inclement spot? - - Banbury town is the place for me, - And a kiss from merry Marjorie, - - With the clerk in the vestry to see all fair-- - For she wears orange-flowers in her hair! - - She can dance like a leaf, she can sing like a thrush, - She is bold as the north wind, and sweet as a blush; - - Her father he tans, her mother she spins; - Frodgedobbulum sits on the Pole for his sins; - - But here comes Marjorie, white as milk, - A rose on her bosom as soft as silk, - - On her finger a gay gold ring; - The bridegroom holds up his head like a king! - - Marjorie has married a gentleman; - Who knows when the wedding began? - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE GUINEA-PIG - - - “Oh, I never would be a guinea-pig, never! - They have so little brains!”-- - The guinea-pig sprang, and--wasn’t it clever?-- - He hid in the raspberry canes. - - They scratched their fingers, they taxed their wits, - To get the guinea-pig out; - They nearly laughed themselves to fits - To see him run about. - - The old and the young, the patient, the bold, - Were in that companie; - But the guinea-pig baffled the young and the old, - And merrily scampered he. - - You thought you had him, but oh, mistake! - You grappled a lump of mould-- - The guinea-pig stuck to the raspberry brake - As hath before been told. - - “Oh, make me into a guinea-pig, make, - And never mind what I said; - For then I can hide in the raspberry brake, - When it’s time to go to bed.” - - - - - [Illustration] - - LITTLE BOY BLUE - - - All in the morning early, - The Little Boy in Blue - (The grass with rain is pearly) - Has thought of something new. - - He saddled dear old Dobbin; - He had but half-a-crown; - And jogging, cantering, bobbing, - He came to London town. - - The sheep were in the meadows, - The cows were in the corn; - Beneath the city shadows - At last he stood forlorn. - - He stood beneath Bow steeple, - That is in London town; - And tried to count the people - As they went up and down. - - Oh, there was not a daisy, - And not a buttercup; - The air was thick and hazy, - The Blue Boy gave it up. - - The houses, next, in London, - He thought that he would count; - But still the sum was undone, - So great was the amount. - - He could not think of robbing, - He had but half-a-crown; - And so he mounted Dobbin, - And rode back from the town. - - The sheep were in the meadows, - The cows were in the corn; - Amid the evening shadows - He stood where he was born. - - - - - [Illustration] - - MISS HOOPER - - - Miss Hooper was a little girl, - Whose head was always in a whirl; - For she had hoop upon the head-- - “My precious, precious hoop!” she said. - - Trundling a hoop was her delight - From breakfast time to nearly night, - She loved it so! and, truth to tell, - At last she drove her hoop too well. - - That hoop began to go one day - As if it never meant to stay; - Of course the girl would not give in, - But followed it through thick and thin. - - The King and Queen came out to see - What sort of hoop this hoop might be; - My Lady said, “I think, my Lord, - That hoop goes of its own accord.” - - This vexed the little girl, and so - She gave the hoop another blow, - And off it went--oh, just like mad-- - She ran with all the strength she had. - - Her hat-strings slipped, her hat hung back, - And soon she felt her waistband crack, - Her dear long hair flew out behind her,-- - Her parents sent forth scouts to find her. - - The King leapt on his swiftest horse, - And followed her with all his force; - Her father cried, “A thousand pound - To get my girl back safe and sound!” - -[Illustration] - - Some people came and made a dash - To pull her backward by the sash, - But all in vain--she did not stop-- - At last she fainted, with a flop. - - When she came to she sighed, with pain, - “I’ll never touch a hoop again!” - Is it not sad, when girls and boys - Go to excess like this with toys? - - As for the hoop, the people say - It kept on going night and day, - Turning the corners, quite correct,-- - A thing which you would not expect. - - And so it lived, a hoop at large, - Which no one dared to take in charge; - Of course it thinned, but kept its shape, - A sort of hoop of wooden tape. - - It thinned till people took a glass - To see the ghostly circle pass, - And only stopped--the facts are so-- - When there was nothing left to go. - - - - - [Illustration] - - A SHOOTING SONG - - - To shoot, to shoot, would be my delight, - To shoot the cats that howl in the night; - To shoot the lion, the wolf, the bear, - To shoot the mad dogs out in the square. - - I learnt to shoot with a pop-gun good, - Made out of a branch of elder-wood; - It was round, and long, full half a yard, - The plug was strong, the pellets were hard. - - I should like to shoot with a bow of yew, - As the English at Agincourt used to do; - The strings of a thousand bows went twang! - And a thousand arrows whizzed and sang! - - On Hounslow Heath I should like to ride, - With a great horse-pistol at my side: - It is dark--hark! A robber, I know! - Click! crick-crack! and away we go! - - I will shoot with a double-barrelled gun, - Two bullets are better than only one; - I will shoot some rooks to put in a pie; - I will shoot an eagle up in the sky. - - I once shot a bandit in a dream, - In a mountain-pass I heard a scream; - I rescued the lady and set her free, - “Do not fear, madam, lean on me!” - - With a boomerang I could not aim; - A poison blow-pipe would be the same; - A double-barrelled is my desire, - Get out of the way--one, two, three, fire! - - - - - [Illustration] - - A FISHING SONG - - - There was a boy whose name was Phinn, - And he was fond of fishing; - His father could not keep him in, - Nor all his mother’s wishing. - - His life’s ambition was to land - A fish of several pound weight; - The chief thing he could understand - Was hooks, or worms for ground-bait. - - The worms crept out, the worms crept in, - From every crack and pocket; - He had a worm-box made of tin, - With proper worms to stock it. - -[Illustration] - - He gave his mind to breeding worms - As much as he was able; - His sister spoke in angry terms - To see them on the table. - - You found one walking up the stairs, - You found one in a bonnet, - Or, in the bed-room, unawares, - You set your foot upon it. - - Worms, worms, worms for bait! - Roach, and dace, and gudgeon! - With rod and line to Twickenham Ait - To-morrow he is trudging! - - O worms and fishes day and night! - Such was his sole ambition; - I’m glad to think you are not quite - So very fond of fishing! - - - - - [Illustration] - - SHOCKHEADED CICELY AND THE TWO BEARS - - - “O yes! O yes! O yes! ding dong!” - The bellman’s voice is loud and strong; - So is his bell: “O yes! ding dong!” - - He wears a red coat with golden lace; - See how the people of the place - Come running to hear what the bellman says! - - “O yes! Sir Nicholas Hildebrand - Has just returned from the Holy Land, - And freely offers his heart and hand-- - - O yes! O yes! O yes! ding dong!”-- - All the women hurry along, - Maids and widows, a chattering throng. - - “O sir, you are hard to understand! - To whom does he offer his heart and hand? - Explain your meaning, we do command!” - - “O yes! ding dong! you shall understand! - O yes! Sir Nicholas Hildebrand - Invites the ladies of this land - - To feast with him in his castle strong - This very day at three. Ding dong! - O yes! O yes! O yes! ding dong!” - - Then all the women went off to dress, - Mary, Margaret, Bridget, Bess, - Patty, and more than I can guess. - - They powdered their hair with golden dust, - And bought new ribbons--they said they must-- - But none of them painted, we will trust. - - Long before the time arrives, - All the women that could be wives - Are dressed within an inch of their lives. - - Meanwhile, Sir Nicholas Hildebrand - Had brought with him from the Holy Land - A couple of bears--oh, that was grand! - - He tamed the bears, and they loved him true, - Whatever he told them they would do-- - Hark! ’tis the town clock striking two! - - - II - - Among the maidens of low degree - The poorest of all was Cicely-- - A shabbier girl could hardly be. - - “O I should like to see the feast, - But my frock is old, my shoes are pieced, - My hair is rough!”--(it never was greased). - - The clock struck three! She durst not go! - But she heard the band, and to see the show - Crept after the people that went in a row. - - When Cicely came to the castle gate - The porter exclaimed, “Miss Shaggypate, - The hall is full, and you come too late!” - - Just then the music made a din, - Flute, and cymbal, and culverin, - And Cicely, with a squeeze, got in! - - Oh what a sight! full fifty score - Of dames that Cicely knew, and more, - Filling the hall from daïs to door! - - The dresses were like a garden-bed, - Green and gold, and blue and red,-- - Poor Cicely thought of her tossy head! - - She heard the singing--she heard the clatter-- - Clang of flagon, and clink of platter-- - But, oh, the feast was no such matter! - - For she saw Sir Nicholas himself, - Raised on a daïs just like a shelf, - And fell in love with him--shabby elf! - - Her heart beat quick; aside she stept, - Under the tapestry she crept, - Touzling her tossy hair, and wept! - - Her cheeks were wet, her eyes were red-- - “Who makes that noise?” the ladies said; - “Turn out that girl with the shaggy head!” - - - III - - Just then there was heard a double roar, - That shook the place, both wall and floor: - Everybody looked to the door. - - It was a roar, it was a growl; - The ladies set up a little howl, - And flapped and clucked like frightened fowl. - - Sir Hildebrand for silence begs-- - In walk the bears on their hinder legs, - Wise as owls, and merry as grigs! - - The dark girls tore their hair of sable; - The fair girls hid underneath the table; - Some fainted; to move they were not able. - - But most of them could scream and screech-- - Sir Nicholas Hildebrand made a speech-- - “Order! ladies, I do beseech!” - - The bears looked hard at Cicely - Because her hair hung wild and free-- - “Related to us, miss, you must be!” - - Then Cicely, filling two plates of gold - As full of cherries as they could hold, - Walked up to the bears, and spoke out bold:-- - - “Welcome to you! and to _you_, Mr. Bear! - Will you take a chair? will _you_ take a chair?” - “This is an honour, we do declare!” - - Sir Hildebrand strode up to see, - Saying, “Who may this maiden be? - Ladies, this is the wife for me!” - - Almost before they could understand, - He took up Cicely by the hand, - And danced with her a saraband. - - Her hair was as rough as a parlour broom, - It swung, it swirled all round the room-- - Those ladies were vexed, we may presume. - - Sir Nicholas kissed her on the face, - And set her beside him on the daïs, - And made her the lady of the place. - - The nuptials soon they did prepare, - With a silver comb for Cicely’s hair: - There were bands of music everywhere. - - And in that beautiful bridal show - Both the bears were seen to go - Upon their hind legs to and fro! - - Now every year on the wedding-day - The boys and girls come out to play, - And scramble for cherries as they may, - - With a cheer for this and the other bear, - And a cheer for Sir Nicholas, free and fair, - And a cheer for Cis of the tossy hair-- - - With one cheer more (if you will wait) - For every girl with a curly pate - Who keeps her hair in a proper state. - - Sing bear’s grease! curling-irons to sell! - Sing combs and brushes! sing tortoise-shell! - O yes! ding dong! the crier, the bell! - --Isn’t this a pretty tale to tell? - - - - - [Illustration] - - MOTHER’S JOY - - - Baby boy was Mother’s joy, - And Mother nursed him sweetly; - Baby’s skin was pink and thin, - And mother dressed him neatly. - - Baby boy was Mother’s joy, - But sometimes cried a-plenty; - Mother mild said, “Oh, my child!” - And gave him kisses twenty. - - Baby boy was Mother’s joy, - Wide awake or sleeping; - Mother said, “God overhead - Have thee in His keeping!” - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE BABY - - - Who can tell what Baby thinks? - _I can, I!_ - Who knows what she means when she crows or blinks? - _I do, I!_ - - She thinks that a picture is good to eat, - _She does, she!_ - She thinks she should love to swallow her feet. - _Hah, hah, he!_ - - She thinks when I touch the piano-keys, - _La, si, do!_ - That _I_ make the noise, as I do when I sneeze. - _Hah, hah, hoh!_ - - When I put her fat hand on the key-board shelf, - _Do, re, mi!_ - She fancies she makes the noise herself. - _She, sir, she!_ - - She thinks she could swallow the lamp entire. - _Flame, flame, flame!_ - She thinks she should like to cuddle the fire. - (_Same, same, same!_) - - I wished her a pair of leather shoes-- - _I did, did!_ - Nothing like leather--and riper views. - _Kid, kid, kid!_ - - But whether the wit or the leather comes first, - (_Post, hoc, hoc!_) - One thing I know--she _will_ be nursed. - _Rock, rock, rock!_ - - And Baby’s mamma is a beautiful nurse, - _Joy, joy, joy_! - She might go farther and fare much worse, - _With a boy, boy, boy_! - - For though I have studied her wits and ways, - _Bye-bye-bye_! - I couldn’t take charge of her, nights and days. - _Cry, cry, cry_! - - - - - [Illustration] - - WHAT WILL AUNTIE SEND? - - - Oh, do you know Aunt Mary Ann, - The dearest Aunt since time began, - Aunt Kate, Aunt Jane, Aunt Edith Ellen, - Aunt--oh, but never mind the spelling! - - She lives up North, she lives down South, - Sweet are the kisses of her mouth; - She lives out East, she lives out West, - Bona puella Auntie est! - - Always about the time of year - When Christmas Day is drawing near, - Auntie goes in for treats and toys, - And things, you know, for girls and boys. - - Then, with a smile upon her lips, - She sits and thinks of tops and tips, - And takes her pen and writes to us, - My sister Fan, and me--that’s ’Gus. - - She walks Cheapside, she walks the Strand, - And Paul’s Churchyard, with purse in hand, - She looks at dolls, she looks at drums, - And boxes full of bloomy plums. - - She goes and finds out picture books, - And jewellery hung on hooks; - She knows the games we like to play; - She buys things, all to give away! - - The loveliest things in every part - She goes and gets them all by heart, - And then sits down, with time to think, - And writes to us with pen and ink. - - I know her thoughts,--she thinks of us,-- - She thinks, “What would be nice for ’Gus?” - She dips in Santa Klaus’s pouch: - “What shall I send that scaramouch?” - - She keeps it dark, but writes to say - She will be here for Christmas Day; - And when I know that Aunt will come, - Quam felix puer ego sum! - - - - - [Illustration] - - LORDS-AND-LADIES - - - Lords-and-ladies, red and white, - By the river growing, - Red-and-white is my delight, - When the stream is flowing. - - I will be a lord to-day - (Round the world is going), - Will you be a lady gay? - (Roses, roses blowing). - - “I will be your lady fair, - If you will show duty:” - I will love beyond compare, - You shall be my beauty. - - Lords-and-ladies, red and white, - By the river growing; - Red-and-white is my delight, - When the stream is flowing. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE DOG AND THE PATCH OF MOONSHINE - - - A harvest moon! Was ever seen - A harvest moon so bright? - The crowded ivy, darkly green, - Was touched with primrose white. - - The quiet skies uncovered lay, - And, far as you could see, - The night was like a ghostly day - On road, and field, and tree. - - Silence and light! Will nothing speak - In the light and silence wide? - O lady moon, your other cheek - Why do you always hide? - - Sweet on the air was the jessamine, - As I stood at my gate; - Yet I shuddered, and thought, “I will go in,-- - The silence is too great!” - - I looked to where the hill-tops showed - Behind the poplars green, - When there came trotting down the road - A dog--the dog was lean; - - And you could tell, as he came by, - He had no friend on earth, - Nobody in whose partial eye - He was of any worth. - - His tail hung down; his matted hair - Was like a worn-out thatch; - This dog came trotting up to where - The moonlight made a patch, - - Falling between two poplar-trees; - And there the dog turned round, - Round, and round, by slow degrees-- - Then crouched upon the ground. - - And I brought forth some broken food, - And cried, “Old dog, get up! - That patch of moonlight may be good, - But on it you cannot sup.” - - He came away--came many a pace, - And took what I bestowed; - Then, being refreshed, snuffed all the place, - And up and down the road. - - I showed him where the thick grass grew - Against a sheltering wall; - I said, “Here is a bed for you, - With half-a-house and all.” - - But two hours after--I kept watch - From my bedroom window-pane-- - I saw that on that moony patch - He had lain down again! - - And in the morning he was gone.-- - What charm was it he found - In sleeping where the moonlight shone - In a patch upon the ground? - He might have slept where he had his bone, - Where the moon shone all around! - - I am a superstitious man, - And it is my delight - To think there was a magic plan, - A meaning, in that night! - - That magic dog that lay i’ the moon, - He will come back to me, - A fairy princess bright and boon, - Whom I that night set free! - - There was a mystery in the air, - And in the primrose light; - The silence seemed to say, “Prepare! - It shall be done to-night!” - - And could that mystery only mean - A dog that was not fat? - I saw a glint of elfin green - In the moonshine where he sat-- - - I heard the midnight clocks all round, - In distant falls and swells-- - I heard a little silver sound, - The clink of elfin bells-- - But will my princess be unbound, - If anybody tells? - - - - - [Illustration] - - AUTUMN SONG - - - The ash-berry clusters are darkly red; - The leaves of the limes are almost shed; - The passion-flower hangs out her yellow fruit; - The sycamore puts on her brownest suit. - - After a silence, the wind complains, - Like a creature longing to burst its chains; - The swallows are gone, I saw them gather, - I heard them murmuring of the weather. - - The clouds move fast, the south is blowing, - The sun is slanting, the year is going; - O I love to walk where the leaves lie dead, - And hear them rustle beneath my tread! - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE DRUMMER-BOY AND THE SHEPHERDESS - - - Drummer-boy, drummer-boy, where is your drum? - And why do you weep, sitting here on your thumb? - The soldiers are out, and the fifes we can hear; - But where is the drum of the young grenadier? - - “My dear little drum it was stolen away - Whilst I was asleep on a sunshiny day; - It was all through the drone of a big bumble-bee, - And sheep and a shepherdess under a tree.” - - Shepherdess, shepherdess, where is your crook? - And why is your little lamb over the brook? - It bleats for its dam, and dog Tray is not by, - So why do you stand with a tear in your eye? - - “My dear little crook it was stolen away - Whilst I dreamt a dream on a morning in May; - It was all through the drone of a big bumble-bee, - And a drum and a drummer-boy under a tree.” - - - - - [Illustration] - - LULLABY - - - The wind whistled loud at the window-pane-- - Go away, wind, and let me sleep! - Ruffle the green grass billowy plain, - Ruffle the billowy deep! - “Hush-a-bye, hush! the wind is fled, - The wind cannot ruffle the soft smooth bed,-- - Hush thee, darling, sleep!” - - The ivy tapped at the window-pane,-- - Silence, ivy! and let me sleep! - Why do you patter like drops of rain, - And then play creepity-creep? - “Hush-a-bye, hush! the leaves shall lie still, - The moon is walking over the hill,-- - Hush thee, darling, sleep!” - - A dream-show rode in on a moonbeam white,-- - Go away, dreams, and let me sleep! - The show may be gay and golden bright, - But I do not care to peep. - “Hush-a-bye, hush! the dream is fled, - A shining angel guards the bed, - Hush thee, darling, sleep!” - - - - - [Illustration] - - CLEAN CLARA - - - What! not know our Clean Clara? - Why, the hot folks in Sahara, - And the cold Esquimaux, - Our little Clara know! - Clean Clara, the Poet sings, - Cleaned a hundred thousand things! - - She cleaned the keys of the harpsichord, - She cleaned the hilt of the family sword, - She cleaned my lady, she cleaned my lord; - All the pictures in their frames, - Knights with daggers, and stomachered dames-- - Cecils, Godfreys, Montforts, Græmes, - Winifreds--all those nice old names! - - She cleaned the works of the eight-day clock, - She cleaned the spring of a secret lock, - She cleaned the mirror, she cleaned the cupboard; - All the books she India-rubbered! - - She cleaned the Dutch-tiles in the place, - She cleaned some very old-fashioned lace; - The Countess of Miniver came to her, - “Pray, my dear, will you clean my fur?” - All her cleanings are admirable; - - To count your teeth you will be able, - If you look in the walnut table! - - She cleaned the tent-stitch and the sampler; - She cleaned the tapestry, which was ampler; - Joseph going down into the pit, - And the Shunammite woman with the boy in a fit; - You saw the reapers, _not_ in the distance, - And Elisha coming to the child’s assistance, - With the house on the wall that was built for the prophet, - The chair, the bed, and the bolster of it; - - The eyebrows all had a twirl reflective, - Just like an eel; to spare invective, - There was plenty of colour, but no perspective. - However, Clara cleaned it all, - With a curious lamp, that hangs in the hall! - She cleaned the drops of the chandeliers,-- - Madame in mittens was moved to tears! - - She cleaned the cage of the cockatoo, - The oldest bird that ever grew; - I should say a thousand years old would do-- - I’m sure he looked it; but nobody knew; - She cleaned the china, she cleaned the delf, - She cleaned the baby, she cleaned herself! - - To-morrow morning she means to try - To clean the cobwebs from the sky; - Some people say the girl will rue it, - But my belief is she will do it. - - So I’ve made up my mind to be there to see: - There’s a beautiful place in the walnut-tree; - The bough is as firm as the solid rock; - She brings out her broom at six o’clock. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE LAVENDER BEDS - - - The garden was pleasant with old-fashioned flowers, - The sunflowers and hollyhocks stood up like towers; - There were dark turncap lilies and jessamine rare, - And sweet thyme and marjoram scented the air. - - The moon made the sun-dial tell the time wrong; - ’Twas too late in the year for the nightingale’s song; - The box-trees were clipped, and the alleys were straight, - Till you came to the shrubbery hard by the gate. - - The fairies stepped out of the lavender beds, - With mob-caps, or wigs, on their quaint little heads; - My lord had a sword and my lady a fan; - The music struck up and the dancing began. - - I watched them go through with a grave minuet; - Wherever they footed the dew was not wet; - They bowed and they curtsied, the brave and the fair; - And laughter like chirping of crickets was there. - - Then all on a sudden a church clock struck loud: - A flutter, a shiver, was seen in the crowd, - The cock crew, the wind woke, the trees tossed their heads, - And the fairy folk hid in the lavender beds. - - - - - [Illustration] - - Little Ditties. - - - - - LITTLE DITTIES - - I - - - Winifred waters sat and sighed - Under a weeping willow; - When she went to bed she cried, - Wetting all the pillow; - - Kept on crying night and day, - Till her friends lost patience; - “What shall we do to stop her, pray?” - So said her relations. - - Send her to the sandy plains, - In the zone called torrid: - Send her where it never rains, - Where the heat is horrid! - -[Illustration] - - Mind that she has only flour - For her daily feeding; - Let her have a page an hour - Of the driest reading,-- - - Navigation, logarithm, - All that kind of knowledge,-- - Ancient pedigrees go with ’em, - From the Heralds’ College. - - When the poor girl has endured - Six months of this drying, - Winifred will come back cured, - Let us hope, of crying. - - Then she will not day by day - Make those mournful faces, - And we shall not have to say, - “Wring her pillow-cases.” - -[Illustration] - - - II - - There was a Little Boy, with two little eyes, - And he had a little head that was just the proper size, - And two little arms, and two little hands; - On two little legs this Little Boy he stands. - - Now, this Little Boy would now and then be cross - Because that he could only be the very thing he was; - He wanted to be this, and then he wanted to be that; - His head was full of wishes underneath his little hat! - - “I wish I was a drummer to beat a kettledrum, - I wish I was a giant to say Fee-fo-fi-faw-fum; - I wish I was a captain to go sailing in a ship; - I wish I was a huntsman to crack a nice whip. - - I wish I was a horse to go sixty miles an hour; - I wish I was the man that lives up in the lighthouse tower; - I wish I was a sea-gull with two long wings; - I wish I was a traveller to see all sorts of things. - - I wish I was a carpenter; I wish I was a lord; - I wish I was a soldier, with a pistol and a sword; - I wish I was the man that goes up high in a balloon; - I wish, I wish, I wish I could be something else, and soon!” - - But all the wishing in the world is not a bit of use; - That Little Boy this very day he stands in his own shoes; - That Little Boy is still but little Master What-do-you-call, - As much as if that Little Boy had never wished at all! - - He eats his bread and butter, and he likes it very much; - He grubs about, and bumps his head, and bowls his hoop, and such; - And his father and his mother they say, “Thank the gracious powers, - Those wishes cannot wish away that Little Boy of ours!” - -[Illustration] - - - III - - Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore-- - No doubt you have heard the name before-- - Was a boy who never would shut a door! - - The wind might whistle, the wind might roar, - And teeth be aching and throats be sore, - But still he never would shut the door. - - His father would beg, his mother implore, - “Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore, - We really _do_ wish you would shut the door!” - - Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore; - But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore - Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore. - - When he walked forth the folks would roar, - “Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore, - Why don’t you think to shut the door?” - - They rigged out a Shutter with sail and oar, - And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore - On a voyage of penance to Singapore. - - But he begged for mercy, and said, “No more! - Pray do not send me to Singapore - On a Shutter, and then I will shut the door!” - - “You will?” said his parents; “then keep on shore! - But mind you do! For the plague is sore - Of a fellow that never will shut the door, - Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!” - -[Illustration] - - - IV - - Timothy Tight, Timothy Tight, - Says he will neither have sup nor bite, - Nor comb to his hair, nor sleep in his bed, - Till he has done what he thinks in his head. - - What is it poor little Timothy thinks - To do before he eats, or drinks, - Or combs, or sleeps? Why, Timothy Tight - Thinks in his head to turn black into white! - - He caught a crow, and he tried with that, - He tried again with a great black cat, - He tried again with dyes and inks; - He keeps on trying to do what he thinks! - - He tried with lumps of coals a score, - He tried with jet, and a blackamoor, - He tried with these till he got vext-- - He means to try the Black Sea next. - -[Illustration] - - - V - - Baby, baby, bless her; - How shall mammy dress her? - - The summer cloud - Is not too proud - To find soft wool to dress her. - - The bluebell - Is a true bell, - And will find the blue to dress her. - - The cherry-tree - Is a merry tree, - And will find the pink to dress her. - - The lily bright - Will find the white, - The beautiful white to dress her. - - The leaves in the wood - Are sweet and good, - And will find the green to dress her. - - The honeysuckle, - With buds for a buckle, - Will make a girdle to dress her. - - The heavens hold - Both silver and gold - In the stars, and they will dress her. - - - VI - - There was a man so very tall, - That when you spoke you had to bawl - Through both your hands, put like a cup, - His head was such a long way up! - - But there was something even sadder,-- - His wife had to go up a ladder - Whenever she desired a kiss-- - And he, alas, was proud of this! - - Said he, “I am the tallest man - That ever grew since time began,” - As down on a house-top he sat; - Well, he _was_ tall; but what of that? - -[Illustration] - - This monstrous man, as we shall see, - Was punished for his vanity: - He grew and grew,--the people placed - A telescope to see his waist! - - He grew and grew--you could not see - Without a telescope his knee; - He grew till he was over-grown, - And seen by over-sight alone! - -[Illustration] - - - VII - - My man John - To sea is gone - All in a wicker cradle; - The cradle creaks, - The cradle leaks, - But John has got a ladle. - -[Illustration] - - - VIII - - There is a curious boy, whose name - Is Lumpy Loggerhead; - His greatest joy is--oh, for shame!-- - To spend his time in bed. - - They fit with gongs alarum clocks - That make your blood run chill; - And they encourage crowing cocks - Beneath his window-sill. - - In vain the gongs,--his eyes are shut-- - In vain the cocks do crow; - Empty on him a water-butt, - And he will say, “Hallo!” - - But only in a drowsy style, - And in a second more - He sleeps--and, oh! to see him smile! - And, oh! to hear him snore! - - He seems to carry, all day long, - Sleep in his very shape; - And, though you may be brisk and strong, - You often want to gape - - When Lumpy Loggerhead comes near, - Whose bed is all his joy. - How glad I am he is not here, - That very sleepy boy! - -[Illustration] - - - IX - - There was a giant walked out one day, - To eat whatever came in his way; - This giant was greedy, this giant was grim, - And the people were all afraid of him. - - He crossed the field and came into the street, - And a dainty damsel he there did meet; - “What is your name?” says he to her, - And she says, “Lucy Locket, sir.” - - “A very nice name is Lucy Locket, - And you will just fit my waistcoat-pocket;” - So said the giant, and popped her in, - And the pocket was more than up to her chin. - - The giant says, “Oh, this is the street; - Your father and mother I mean to eat.” - But Lucy, she thought, “You wicked man!” - And then to tickle him she began. - - Her hand was light, her hand was small, - He scarcely felt it at first at all; - She tickled and tickled, and by degrees - He felt as if he should like to sneeze! - - This giant could growl, and shout, and roar, - But he never had laughed in his life before, - And now he began to look less grim - As Lucy kept on tickling him. - - The people heard and the people saw,-- - “He, hee!” says the giant, “ha hah! haw haw!” - Oh, they were puzzled, but Lucy Locket - Made signs to them out of his doublet-pocket. - - His mad guffaws for a mile they hear, - His mouth is stretched from ear to ear; - Thinks he, “To laugh is a pleasant plan, - So now I will laugh as long as I can.” - - He laughed till he ached and his eyes grew dim, - As Lucy kept on tickling him; - He laughed till the tears ran down his face, - And he fell down, flop, in the market-place! - - Then out of his pocket Lucy leapt, - And close behind him the people crept; - With twisted cables and iron bands - And things of that sort they tied his hands. - - They tied his hands and they tied his feet, - They said, “Pray, what would you like to eat?” - And Lucy got into his pocket again, - And made him laugh like a thousand men! - - He laughed all day, he laughed all night, - He laughed when they woke in the morning light, - He laughed that week and the fortnight after,-- - Travellers came to hear his laughter! - - They let him laugh on to his heart’s content - In a show as high as the Monument; - They gave to Lucy a penny clear - For every person who came to hear, - So now the girl is as rich as a prince, - For he has been laughing ever since. - -[Illustration] - - - X - - Baby, baby bowling, - Set the hoop a-rolling; - The hoop will wait - At the turnpike gate, - And the man will take the toll in. - -[Illustration] - - - XI - - Diddy Doddy Dumpling, - Muslin all a-crumpling; - Cap like an arch, - Stiff with starch-- - Diddy Doddy Dumpling! - - Niddy Noddy Nursey, - How shall we make _her_ see? - Bobs and blinks, - Wobbles and winks-- - Niddy Noddy Nursey! - -[Illustration] - - - XII - - What do you think? - Why, pen and ink, - And a rosewood desk, or better; - The old black hen, - She mended the pen, - And the little pig wrote a letter. - -[Illustration] - - - XIII - - Johnny drew a picture, but Johnny couldn’t spell; - What he wrote under it I’m ashamed to tell; - All in large capitals Johnny wrote PECTURE, - Stuck it up upon the wall, and said that he would lecture; - What a funny lecture, though, Johnny will deliver; - While, with aches at his mistakes, all the people shiver! - -[Illustration] - - - XIV - - Mind the cat, - Find the cat, - Who will be first behind the cat? - The cat’s on the mat - In a billycock hat, - And that’s the way to find the cat. - -[Illustration] - - - XV - - Large eyes, little eyes, brown eyes, blue eyes, - My doll has had an accident and wants a pair of new eyes; - Strong legs, long legs, one leg and two legs, - My doll has had an accident and wants a pair of new legs; - Dribble dribble, trickle trickle, what a lot of raw dust! - Dolly had an accident, and out came the sawdust! - -[Illustration] - - - XVI - - One, two, three, - Put the cups for tea; - Two, three, one, - Toast a Sally-Lunn. - Fanny sat down - In a new gown; - Emma spilt the milk - Over the satin and silk, - One, two, three, - “Never wear silk at tea,” - - (Two, three, one), - So said Dimity Dunn; - Ever so many slices, - Bread and butter, and niceys; - One, two, three, - White sugar for me! - Two, three, one, - Now the tea’s done. - -[Illustration] - - - XVII - - Baby has just been feeding; - See, he has emptied the cup! - And now he sits a-reading, - But the book is wrong-side up; - - Will he make out what the book is about - Before it is time to sup? - His fist he doubles; - He blows little bubbles; - He splutters and stutters, - And tells you his troubles, - Reading the book that is wrong-side up! - -[Illustration] - - - XVIII - - “Daughter, daughter, - Mind the water!” - She said she never should, - So she went in - Right up to her chin, - And did not find it good; - - For the water was bitter, - And made her twitter, - As nobody thought she could! - She cried in haste, - “What a nasty taste! - I wish I had understood!” - - Oh, send and save her! - A beautiful flavour - Is not to be found in the flood; - And wine or tea - Is the drink for me - At a picnic in the wood! - -[Illustration] - - - XIX - - Hurly Burly - And Curly Wurly - Went to the fair together; - It rained in the night - For more delight, - And it was windy weather. - - Hurly Burly jumped the stiles, - Laughed and in-and-outed; - Hurly Burly ran for miles, - Hurly Burly shouted. - - Curly Wurly went off in smiles, - Except just when she pouted! - The Quakeress peeped from under the tiles, - Saying, “If I could smile as thou did!” - - Hurly Buriy’s talk was mad, - Like Singlestick and Latin; - Curly Wurly a sweet tongue had, - And she was soft as satin. - - Then Hurly Burly and Curly Wurly, - When they had their airing, - Came home betimes, like a poet’s rhymes, - Each of them with a fairing. - - For he had a monstrous popgun got, - That went with a noise like thunder; - And she had a beautiful true-love knot, - That never would come in sunder. - -[Illustration] - - - XX - - Nathan Nobb, - Oh, what a job! - Always walked on his head; - His mother would sob - To his brother Bob, - And his father took to his bed. - - They made him a boot - His head to suit, - But a horrible thing must be said,-- - His hair took root, - And began to shoot, - One day, in the garden bed! - - So there he stands - With the help of his hands - And a little support from his nose: - The gardener man, - With the watering-can, - Says, “Gracious, how fast he grows!” - -[Illustration] - - - XXI - - Blow, blow, east wind! - What does the east wind do? - Shine, shine, sunlight! - And what does the sunshine do? - The sunshine clear - Goes there and here, - And searches in every nook, - And, while it is going, - The wind is blowing - Farther than you can look; - The east wind blows, - It sweeps, it goes - The whole world through; - As the world grows green, - It sweeps it clean, - And the sky is a pale, cold blue: - Blow, blow, east wind, - Finish your blowing, do! - And the west wind, dear, will soon be here, - With skies of deep, warm blue. - - - - - [Illustration] - - Baby’s Bells - - - - - [Illustration] - - BABY’S BELLS - - - I - - Ding, Dong, and Dell - Went and sat under the bell, - Saying, “Bell, bell, bell, - What have you got to tell?” - And the clapper rose and fell, - And the bell rang well - Over Ding, Dong, and Dell, - As they sat under the bell. - - Here is pencil, and here is pen, - Walk up, ladies and gentlemen! - Here are their pictures, as you see, - Ding, and Dong, and Dell make three, - There they are, and here are we. - - First there is Ding, a dot of a thing, - And, not to go wrong, her brother Dong, - A little older and ever so much bolder, - And both of them seem ready to sing, - And Dell will belong and take part in the song. - - Now Dell--I am not so sure about Dell-- - Dell wears a mask, and hides till you ask, - And peeps at you from over a screen; - But if you must know the truth of it,--well!-- - I really am not so sure about Dell. - - So Ding, Dong, and Dell - Went and sat under the bell, - Saying, “Bell, bell, bell, - What have you got to tell?” - And the clapper rose and fell, - And the bell rang well - Over Ding, Dong, and Dell, - As they sat under the bell. - -[Illustration] - - - II - - Ding and Dong went out a-walking, - Ding and Dong were gaily talking: - “My eyes are strong, - You know,” says Dong, - “And once on a time I saw through a wall.” - “And so did I,” says little Ding, - “I also can do a wonderful thing.” - - Thus they disputed, and by-and-bye - Poor little Ding began to cry. - “You didn’t,” says Dong; “it isn’t true----” - I did, you didn’t, no more did you, - You didn’t, I did, you didn’t, pooh! - - So they came squabbling to Dell, who said, - “You both deserve to be put to bed. - When Ding saw through a wall, the wall - Was made of glass, and that is all! - When Dong saw through a wall, it had - A hole in it.” Then both were glad, - Ding and Dong, that they thought to ask - Dell of the screen, who wore the mask; - And Ding and Dong said, “Clever Dell; - Who would have thought that Dell could tell? - -[Illustration] - - - III - - Ding and Dong, because they find - Dell so very clever. - Say they have made up their mind - To go in masks for ever. - Is there wisdom in a mask? - They are none the wittier yet; - Is there beauty? do not ask! - They are none the prettier yet! - -[Illustration] - - - IV - - The girls and the boys - They made such a noise - At play, that they frightened away their toys. - Dolly, she fled, - And went to bed, - Because she had caught such a pain in her head! - The German bricks, - The candlesticks, - The elephant, - And the cormorant, - The ass and the horse, - And the rest in their course, - (But there was no shark,) - Of the Noah’s Ark, - The saucers and the cups, - And the little woolly pups, - (You heard them bark) - Belonging to the Ark, - Were frightened, like all the rest of the toys, - And hid themselves from the dreadful noise: - So, if I were you, next time I played, - I would not be so loud in the noise that I made! - -[Illustration] - - - V - - Sparrow, sparrow, - Swift as an arrow, - What are you doing there in the sun? - A hunter am I, - And the white butterfly - I am chasing to-day in the summer sun. - -[Illustration] - - - VI - - Sit in the sun - Till the day is done, - Reading and working and making fun: - Then look at the moon, - And eat with a spoon - A basin of sop that is made from a bun. - -[Illustration] - - - VII - - What makes the starling so merry? - The starling has had a cherry, - A cherry as soft as a baby’s cheek, - I can see the pulp hanging out of his beak. - This is the lass, this is the lad, - That like to see the starling glad! - -[Illustration] - - - VIII - - Here is a rug - That looks very snug; - And here is a cat-- - What shall we be at? - You take off your bonnet, - I take off my hat, - And let us sit upon it, - And talk to the cat-- - Not upon the hat, you know, - But on the little rug-- - The hat would not come pat, you know, - But, oh, the rug is snug! - Ding, Dong, Dell, - Said “Bell, bell, bell! - What have you got to tell?”-- - And you hear what the bells say - From Greenwich up to Chelsea; - Ring, ring, ring, - About this, and the other thing, - These, and those, and that, - The cat, and the rug, and the mat, - The Noah’s Ark and the sparrow, - And the sop as soft as marrow! - And whether you live by Bow bells, - Or out in a place with no bells, - And neither at Greenwich nor at Chelsea, - You shall hear what the different bells say - From Ding, Dong, and Dell, - Who like to sit under the bell. - - - IX - - Said Ding, Dong, and Dell, - “Listen to the bell!” - Now it was not bell, but bells, - For the bells that rang were many,-- - Bells upon bells; - You shall have a silver penny, - Or almost anything else, - If you can count the bells - That are ringing. And what for?-- - Ding, Dong, and Dell - Will explain every bell, - That is to say, the bells, - Neither less nor more - Than the meaning of the Bells. - -[Illustration] - - - X - - “Who are you?” - Says One to Two; - Says Two to One “I’m plenty;” - “Think again!” - Says little Ten, - And, “Think again!” says Twenty. - -[Illustration] - - - XI - - Lily white, Rose red, - Standing in the garden-bed; - Wind from the south, wind from the west, - Can you tell me which is best? - -[Illustration] - - - XII - - Johnny has finished his lessons, - All in good time; - Then in his very resence, - The bells set up a chime; - - All round the school-room - The bells began to ring, - All round the school-room, - “Johnny is a king!” - -[Illustration] - - - XIII - - Now, then, let us tell a tale-- - Six travellers in a dale, - Feeling weak about the knees, - Resting under six elm-trees; - Six robbers, after them, - Draw their swords and say, “Ahem!” - Then the travellers, who have not - Any weapons with them got, - Shake and shiver in their boots, - And they play upon their flutes - Then the robbers six remark - To the travellers, “It is dark.” - “No,” say they, “it is not quite.-- - Every traveller strikes a light! - Will you see some conjuring tricks?” - “Yes,” say all the robbers six; - Then six tigers and six lions - Came along and roared defiance, - And the thieves and travellers too - Could not tell what next to do: - “This,” said they, “is very sad!” - Then there came an earthquake bad, - And the air was very hot, - And it swallowed up the lot. - - - XIV - - When Ding and Dong, - Had finished a song, - One day, they went to Dell, - And to him or her - Said, “We should prefer - That you should do something as well,-- - Something amusing - Of your own choosing.”-- - “And so I will,” says Dell. - - There goes a bell, - Ding, dong, dell, - A cracked old bell, - A shaky old bell, - A quavering old bell,-- - Can anybody tell - What the cracked old bell is saying? - - “Yes, I can tell,” says Dell, - “Without measuring or weighing, - And this is what it is saying; - Ding, dong, dell! - Goes the cracked old bell; - And this is what it is saying: - - “There is an old woman whose name it is Gray, - Lives in an old town in an old-fashioned way; - You cross an old bridge, and go up an old road, - And down an old lane, to find out her abode. - - “She wears an old cap that stands ever so high; - She looks through old goggles as round as the sky; - She keeps an old dog, and a very old cat; - She sits in an arm-chair much older than that. - - “She crosses her old arms; she shakes her old pate; - She only hears half of the tale you relate; - She puts her old ear-trumpet up, and cries ‘_What?_’ - And when you say ‘Freezing!’ she thinks you say ‘Hot!’ - -[Illustration] - - - ‘She thinks as she sits that she hears a bell ring, - As even and slow as a rook on the wing; - It booms in her old ear; she shakes her old head; - That old bell says, _Put out the lights and to bed!_” - -[Illustration] - - - XV - - Ding, dong, dell, - Bell, bell, bell! - What have you got to tell? - What is it the bells say, - From Greenwich up to Chelsea,-- - The bells of wandering fancies, - Up and down - By sea and town - Like knights in old romances? - What is it that the bells say? - What is it you hear Dell say? - Explaining what the bells say? - - An August day: an August night; - A morning in September; - A lily red; a jasmine white; - What more do you remember? - - A harvest-moon, a hunter’s moon; - A partridge on the moorland; - A stack of wheat; an afternoon - In a yacht out by the Foreland. - - A foxglove faded, a brook to be waded, - Apples and pears grown redder; - And the ways of the birds, which, without any words, - Say, “Come let us consider!” - -[Illustration] - - - XVI - - Then those bells stop, - The bells of wandering fancies - And Autumn and Summer chances; - - And a bell rings with a flop, - A sort of heavy drop, - A distant blunt bark, - As if it was made in the dark, - And lived underground like a mole, - And the rope was as black as a coal. - O bell, what a comical voice! - What a stupid sort of noise! - Do you call it ringing or drumming? - And who is it that is coming? - It must be a bogie of some sort, - A blunt, black, stupid, dumb sort! - Hark! what do we hear this bell say? - And what do you hear Dell say? - - “This is the King of the Blackaways, - And very black is he, - So black you cannot see his face,-- - Not you! No more can we! - - Black, black, - Breast and back; - Teeth and eyes, - Lips likewise; - Just like a blot - Tied in a knot! - - And oh, the land of the Blackaways, - Where this King reigns, is a very black place. - - The grass is black, and so are the trees, - The chalk is black, and so are the geese; - The milk, the eggs, the flour, and the cheese; - The sheets and the shirts; for it all agrees!” - - Get you gone, Blackaway King, if you please! - And dine off black bread, and flesh of black geese, - Where the grass grows black on the Blackaway leas! - -[Illustration] - - - XVII - - What sort of bell is this? - A wisdom bell, - Or a nonsense bell? - What sort of bell is this? - - “Bell, bell, how high do you hang?” - I said to the bell as it rang, as it rang, - And “Never _you_ mind!” a goblin sang, - One who did dwell - Within the bell! - Wibbling-wobbling - Went the bell, - And what had the goblin - Got to tell? - Why, ill said or well said, - This is what the bell said; - Wisdom bell - Or nonsense bell, - This is what the bell said: - - BETSY BOUNCE--her taste was such-- - Of her bonnet thought too much; - Strutting up and down she went, - (People wondered what she meant). - - In the villages and towns - Folks said, “Look how Betsy Bounce - Takes her walks around the nation!” - She thought this was admiration. - - “Oh, that all the world,” says she, - “Could my lovely bonnet see, - See my bonnet, but without - All this walking round about!” - - For in truth the girl got tired, - Though her bonnet was admired, - Of this walking round the nation - After people’s admiration. - - Now observe what came to pass-- - One fine day this foolish lass - Found her bonnet growing, growing - On her head like flowers a-blowing! - - Higher still, and higher piled - Grew the bonnet on the child, - Farther back and farther out, - Farther down and round about! - - Rivers sprawling to the sea - Both the strings appeared to be, - Till the bow beneath her chin - Shut her up and shut her in. - - Oh, how foreigners did stare - When her bonnet filled the air, - Russian, Turk, and Mexican, - Folks in India and Japan! - - Betsy Bounce has her desire: - All the world can now admire! - Yet perhaps she will not pout - When the bonnet is worn out. - - But her parents, being poor, - Cannot, for a time, procure - Betsy Bounce another hat, - So she must keep on with that. - -[Illustration] - - - XVIII - - You cannot count the bluebells - That are upon the heath,-- - The ferns stand tall and stately, - The bells hang underneath; - But I can count the tassels - As big as flowers of clover - That hang on baby’s curtain, - The curtain that hangs over; - And when I rock the cradle - The tassels swing and swing, - And they make fairy music, - And baby hears them ring; - Ding-dong in the morning, - And in the evening too, - Rhime, chime, in fairy time, - Baby, dear, for you! - -[Illustration] - - - XIX - - When the moon was on the wane, - Ding was looking through the window-pane, - Dong was counting drops of rain, - And Dell was thinking with might and main; - But all of them listened to the bell again, - A wisdom bell, - Or a nonsense bell? - - And the goblin said, “Let Dell explain, - She knows what the bells say - From Greenwich up to Chelsea, - She will explain what the bells say!” - -[Illustration] - - - XX - - O have you heard of Reuben Rammer, - The little fellow that _would_ stammer? - He talked at such a headlong rate - That at last he got through Stuttering Gate. - - If fellows will talk madly fast, - They come to Stuttering Gate at last; - Some boys take warning and they pause,-- - Not thus with Reuben Rammer ’twas. - - He made a plunge, dashed past the bar. - He went on stuttering fast and far; - And what was the result? Why, now - He speaks no better than a cow! - - He has been trying,--how absurd!-- - For several months to speak a word; - His mouth works open like a door, - His arm goes like a semaphore! - - He strives to say what he desires; - His jaws jolt up like jaws on wires; - But Reuben Rammer could not speak - When last I saw him this day week! - - How awkward to be driven to use - A pencil to express your views, - Try to say, “Hallo, Johnny Brown!” - And yet be forced to write it down! - -[Illustration] - - - XXI - - When the bell sounds - Over land and sea, - And the wind, in its rounds, - Blowing fresh and free, - Carries the ringing - Far out of sight, - There where the clinging - Sails are white, - White on the sea; - And over the hills. - - How far does the sound - Of the sweet bell go? - Over the round - Where the waters flow, - And up to the bound - Where the winds can blow. - Is it lost, is it found, - Is it gone, do you know? - - - - - [Illustration] - - Nonsense Rhymes - - - - - [Illustration] - - NONSENSE RHYMES - - - - - TUESDAY - - - Carry and Kate - Swallowed a slate: - David and Dick - Lived in a stick: - Hetty and Helen - Said, “Oh, what a dwelling!” - - Patty and Prue - Took baths in a flue: - Nathan and Ned - Caught fish in their bed: - Nothing could hide ’em, - And Dorothy fried ’em: - This was on Tuesday, - Which always was news day. - - - - - [Illustration] - - JOLLY JACK - - - “If black was white, - And white was black, - I would swallow a light - And live in a sack, - And swim on a kite,”-- - Says jolly Jack. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE DUCK AND HER DUCKLINGS - - - There was an old duck which had three little ducks, - Three little ducklings, chuck, chuck, chucks! - She took them for a walk, - And she march’d them back, - And taught them how to say, - “Quack, quack, quack!” - - The ducklings went behind, and the duck went before, - Three ducks and one duck, that made four: - - A duckling is a duck, if I know white from black, - But a duck is not a duckling, though, - “Quack, quack, quack!” - - This duck was genteel, and she walk’d with great state, - Then cried, “Now, ducklings, mark my gait, - So much, you see, depends on the style of the back;” - And the ducklings said, “Yes, mamma, - Quack, quack, quack!” - - - - - [Illustration] - - LITTLE BEN BUTE - - - O little Ben Bute - Had a flute, flute, flute, - And went about the world in a knickerbocker suit; - Down, up and down, - And round about the town, - He played and he played tootle-too, toot, toot! - _Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!_ - - He could not play it well, - So the notes rose and fell, - Tootle, tootle-too, with a twirl and a squeak; - The wind, puff, puff, - Was forty times enough, - That he sent into the flute from his cheek, cheek, cheek, - _Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!_ - - Then people to the lad - Said, “This is very bad! - Our ears they are splitting, with your toot, toot, toot; - Is there no one within reach-- - What, no one!--who will teach - Little Bute how to play upon the flute, flute, flute?” - _Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!_ - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVEN-OAKS - - - Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree; - Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea; - Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun; - Seven slim race-horses ready for a run; - Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead; - Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed; - Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them; - Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them; - Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips; - Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips; - Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys; - Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys; - Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain; - With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again! - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE DREAM OF A BOY WHO LIVED AT NINE-ELMS - - - Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns; - Nine bakers’ baskets, with hot cross-buns; - Nine brown elephants, standing in a row; - Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go; - Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete; - Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet; - Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals; - Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles; - Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums; - Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs; - Nine new knockers to our front door; - Nine new neighbours that I never saw before; - Nine times running I dreamt it all plain; - With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again! - - - - - [Illustration] - - FOUR LITTLE HISTORIES - - - I - - There was an old man, and he had an old gun, - And he went to a cake shop, and aimed at a bun; - The bullet it shot the old baker’s old cat, - “Stop thief!” says the baker, “why, what are you at?” - -[Illustration] - - - II - - Jack and Joe were tinmen, - And oh, but they were thin men! - Bags of bones, - Or bags of stones,-- - I think they couldn’t have _been_ men! - -[Illustration] - - - III - - Sarah Page, - In a rage, - Drest in satin; - Bertha Newry, - Learning Latin, - In a fury, - Drest in silk, - And lapping milk-- - Which is best? Oh, what a bother! - Neither one nor yet the other. - -[Illustration] - - - IV - - Says Aleck to Alice, - “I live in a palace.” - Says Alice to Tim, - “I don’t believe him.” - Says Tim to his cousin, - “I love you three dozen;” - The cousin, she wondered, - And asked for a hundred, - Instead of three dozen: - Says Tim, “You are fussing; - Three dozen I love you, - If that will not move you, - My love I will carry - To Magsie or Mary.” - - - - - [Illustration] - - A BIG NOISE - - - Twenty whales - Lashing their tails; - Twenty guns - Fired at once; - Twenty cats - Howling in flats; - Twenty parrots - Calling carrots; - Twenty apiece, - Besides, of these,-- - Lions roaring, - Giants snoring, - Waggons rolling, - Bells tolling; - These together, - In stormy weather, - With a steam hammer, - Would make a clamour. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE ALARM - - - A giant at the door behind, - For Baby? Nothing of the kind! - But even if a Giant were to come, - With an eye like an Orleans plum, - And hands like wolf’s paws, - And teeth like horrible saws, - And a voice like a dreadful cough, - And he carried baby off, - And fed her up in a dungeon - (To fatten her for his luncheon), - A dungeon as high as the stars; - And, if the dungeon had bars, - And was guarded by a horrid vulture, - And an eagle of savage culture; - And if from the wall of the castle - A dragon hung like a tassel, - And the castle was built among mountains, - In a lonely situation - At the very end of creation, - With flames spouting round it like fountains-- - Why, mother could find her way - To the castle any day, - And make the old dragon wriggle, - And fight the vulture and the eagle, - And blow up the castle--pop! - And bring baby home to her sop, - And the sop should have sugar extra, - Because the Giant had vexed her. - - - - - [Illustration] - - CICERO BRICK - - - I - - There was a boy at Hampton Wick, - Whose name, as it happened, was Cicero Brick; - He fell in love in desperate fashion - With a girl who fully returned his passion. - - But she had a father who said, “No, no! - What! marry a boy named Cicero? - Never, with my consent, my dear!”-- - What happened next we soon shall hear. - - The daughter wept till the father said, - “Cicero Brick and you may wed - When he has spoken an oration - To an enormous congregation!” - - - II - - The public felt no great surprise - When Cicero Brick did advertise - A course of lectures--five or six,-- - O, what a notion of Cicero Brick’s! - - St. James’s Hall, in Regent Street, - For these orations he said was meet; - The first oration that he spoke - Two dozen heard it--what a joke! - - The next time ten, the next time four, - And then the public came no more; - But Cicero Brick--_this_ who shall blame?-- - Spoke the oration all the same. - - “Read my advertisement,” quoth he, - “And tell me what you in it see - About the oration’s being _heard_! - It says, ‘_delivered_.’ I keep my word!” - - - III - - This was so honest and well-meant, - The father well-nigh did relent; - He said, “I never saw before - So persevering an orator!” - - The lover spoke, perhaps with grace, - For two hours in that empty place! - The servants at the Hall let out - The fact, and it got noised about - - At concerts, balls, and conversations, - That Cicero spoke these orations - In that huge Hall, week after week, - With no one there to hear him speak. - - What was the consequence? A run, - A rush, to see and hear it done; - “We really _must_ hear Cicero Brick!” - All London cried. The crowd was thick. - - They mobbed the men who took the pay; - Hundreds that night were turned away; - And Cicero Brick spoke this oration - To an enormous congregation! - - The father of the girl he wooed - Now kept his promise, as he should; - The wedding feast of Cicero Brick - Came off at once near Hampton Wick; - And all the guests gave three cheers for - The persevering Orator. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE OBSTINATE COW - - - This, if you please, is the Obstinate Cow,-- - It all befell I will tell you how; - And that, if you please, is the Resolute Boy,-- - He tugs at her tail, and he shouts, “Ahoy!” - - It stands to reason, if you but think, - That the milk of an Obstinate Cow to drink - Must make a fellow grow obstinate-- - There they are by the Manor-house gate. - - He breakfasted, year after year, - On the milk of the cow that you see here; - Her name is Dapple, his name is Jim; - He pulls the cow, and the cow pulls him. - - On the gate of the Manor-house may be read - That trespassers will be prosecuted; - The boy is right, and the cow is wrong, - But the cow, as it happens, is much more strong. - - It _does_ look awkward, and, if we attend, - We soon shall see how it all will end: - The Squire had a boy who was weak of bone, - And very much wanting in will of his own. - - Admiring the pluck of Resolute Jim, - The Squire comes out, and he says to him, - “How came you so plucky?” and Jim says, “How? - I lived on the milk of this Obstinate Cow!” - - “Oh, oh!” said the Squire, exceedingly pleased, - “Your father shall sell me this obstinate beast, - And you shall be cowherd.” So said, so done,-- - The boy and his father enjoyed the fun. - - The Squire’s little boy, who was weak of bone, - And very much wanting in will of his own, - Was fed on the milk of the Obstinate Cow, - And, oh, what a change! You should see him _now_! - - His mind is not worth a threepenny-bit, - ’Tis dull as a ditch and as void of wit, - Yet he makes it up, and from day to day, - “_Do_ change your mind!” the people say; - But his will is so strong that the people find - They cannot induce him to change his mind! - - - - - [Illustration] - - LAVENDER LADY - - - I - - - Light Lady Lavender - Went to wed a Scavenger, - All the boys and girls in town - Laughed at Lady Lavender. - - Light Lady Lavender - Hadn’t any provender, - All the boys and girls in town - Cried for Lady Lavender. - -[Illustration] - - - II - - Lavender Lady got rich again, - And lived in a palace in Lavender Lane; - Flowers and provender! - Sweet Lady Lavender - Lived in a palace in Lavender Lane! - - Lavender Lady is kind and gay, - Lavender House is not a long way; - Puddings and pies, - And turkeys’ thighs, - And peacocks’ tails, too, all over eyes! - - Ask for her up, ask for her down, - If ever you go to London Town: - In all the nation - There’s no relation - So kind as she is in London town! - -[Illustration] - - - III - - “When you saw the New Moon pass” - (Loud laughed the Scavenger), - “Did you look at her through glass, - Proud Madam Lavender?” - - “Stab my heart through with your horn!” - Laughed Lady Lavender - To the New Moon all forlorn. - Light Lady Lavender. - - She fell sad, and he fell sick, - Proud Lady Lavender. - O the snow fell fast and thick, - Poor Lady Lavender! - - “Take the broom and sweep the street, - Proud Lady Lavender;” - O but she had dainty feet, - Soft Lady Lavender. - - “Sweep you must and sweep you shall, - Soft Lady Lavender, - Up the Mall and down the Mall, - Proud Lady Lavender. - - “Have you done your sweeping yet, - Proud Madam Scavenger? - Are your slippers cold and wet?” - Poor Lady Lavender! - - “Wet is wet, and cold is cold,” - Wept Lady Lavender, - But the broom had turned to gold-- - Loud laughed the Scavenger. - - “Take your sampler, Madam Witch, - Laid up in lavender; - Do you see a golden stitch, - And a silver P in provender?” - - Silver and gold for a golden broom, - Rich Lady Lavender; - Then she danced all round the room, - Light Lady Lavender. - - Take the New Moon for a cup, - Witch-lady Lavender; - Ladle the gold and silver up, - Proud Lady Lavender. - - “Here’s an angel-piece for you,” - Laughed Lady Lavender; - “Here’s a golden guinea too,” - Kind Lady Lavender! - - Now we are all safe and sound - (China plates and provender), - Now we’re on Tom Tiddler’s Ground,-- - Laugh, Lady Lavender! - - - - - [Illustration] - - ODD RHYMES - - - I - - - Rook, rook, - Read in a book! - Mouse, mouse, - Build a house! - Bee, bee, - Get your tea! - Pig, pig, - Dance a jig! - Goose, goose, - Put on shoes! - Snail, snail, - Fill the pail! - Rabbit, rabbit, - Mind you stab it! - Cricket, cricket, - Mind you kick it! - -[Illustration] - - - II - - My maid Molly, - She pricked her thumb, - But only with holly, - And the blood wouldn’t come. - -[Illustration] - - - III - - Martin, Martin - Went a carting; - And why did he travel? - To bring home some gravel. - -[Illustration] - - - IV - - Hey-down, high-down, furze and thistle, - Rain and wind, and a dog and whistle; - The wind blows, the rain drops, - The seeds are gone from the thistle-tops: - Whistle! find me a flower in the clover, - And you shall have turkey for supper, Rover! - - - - - [Illustration] - - TOPSYTURVEY-WORLD - - - If the butterfly courted the bee, - And the owl the porcupine; - If churches were built in the sea, - And three times one was nine; - If the pony rode his master, - If the buttercups ate the cows, - If the cat had the dire disaster - To be worried, sir, by the mouse; - If mamma, sir, sold the baby - To a gipsy for half-a-crown; - If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,-- - The world would be Upside-Down! - - [Illustration] - - If any or all of these wonders - Should ever come about, - I should not consider them blunders, - For I should be Inside-Out! - - _Chorus_: Ba-ba, black wool, - Have you any sheep? - Yes, sir, a pack-full, - Creep, mouse, creep! - - Four-and-twenty little maids - Hanging out the pie, - Out jumped the honey-pot, - Guy-Fawkes, Guy! - Cross-latch, cross-latch, - Sit and spin the fire, - When the pie was opened, - The bird was on the brier! - - - - - [Illustration] - - MISS WAVER - - - Little Miss Waver - Sings with a quaver, - A musical maid is she; - Her voice is as clear - As any you hear-- - Let little Miss Waver be. - - - - - [Illustration] - - JEREMY JANGLE - - - Jeremy Jangle - Lives in a tangle; - You never know where to take him: - His head is immense, - And he might talk sense - Perhaps, if you could but make him. - - But he says that a tailor has a tail, - And every sailor is made for sale, - Also that bunting is made of buns! - But everybody can see at once - That this is nonsense. And yet his head - Is large, and he calls himself well read! - - - - - [Illustration] - - STALKY JACK - - - I knew a boy who took long walks, - Who lived on beans, and ate the stalks; - To the Giants’ Country he lost his way; - They kept him there for a year and a day. - But he has not been the same boy since; - An alteration he did evince; - For you may suppose that he underwent - A change in his notions of extent! - - He looks with contempt on a nice high door, - And tries to walk in at the second floor! - He stares with surprise at a basin of soup, - He fancies a bowl as large as a hoop; - He calls the people minikin mites; - He calls a sirloin a couple of bites! - Things having come to these pretty passes, - They bought him some magnifying glasses. - - He put on the goggles, and said, “My eyes! - The world has come to its proper size!” - But all the boys cry, “Stalky John! - There you go with your goggles on!” - What girl would marry him--and _quite_ right-- - To be taken for three times her proper height? - So this comes of taking extravagant walks, - And living on beans, and eating the stalks. - - - - - [Illustration] - - THE FIDDLER AND THE CROCODILE - - - One day a fiddler from the North, - Out Memphis way, went walking forth; - He smoked his pipe and winked his lids, - And said, “Ah, ah! the Pyramids?” - - In this that fiddler took good heed; - The Pyramids were there indeed; - Sing Amon-Râ, sing Gizeh town, - Cheops, Cephrenes, mummy brown! - - Thus said he on the banks of Nile, - When out there crawled a crocodile, - And when he turned, more scared than hurt, - The creature seized him by the skirt. - - The crocodile was fierce and strong, - And twenty mortal feet was long. - The fiddler said, “It has been guessed - That music soothes the savage breast.” - - He drew his skirt--there being a pause-- - From out the alligator’s jaws; - For, crocodile or alligator, - The beast was something of that nature. - - Sing bulrushes, sing cats and leeks, - Sing tawny gods with senseless beaks, - Sing scarabæi, if you’ve patience, - Isis, Osiris, inundations! - - The fiddler raised his violin, - And to perform did next begin-- - Sing lotus-flower, papyrus stiff, - Sarcophagus and hieroglyph! - - The district, since Amenophis, - Had never heard the like of this; - (Oh, to have seen the fiddler man - As up and down the scale he ran!) - - That crocodile sat down to hear, - And to his eye there came a tear; - He turned it over in his mind; - His tail lay limp and long behind. - - _Affettuoso_ was the plan - Which struck at first that fiddler man; - _Allegro_ next--his soul was stirr’d-- - _Con molto brio_ was the word. - - At this the alligator brute-- - Or crocodile, if that will suit-- - Rose, much excited, from his seat, - And danced like mad, with heart and heat. - - Sing Pompey, plectrum, strings and pegs, - Ichneumons, sand, and serpents’ eggs, - Cheops, Cephrenes, Memnon, Sphinx-- - “I _knew_ it!”--so that fiddler thinks. - - “I knew,” said he, with joy and jest, - “That music soothes the savage breast;” - He swept the strings with maddening go, - From _presto_ to _prestissimo_. - - But though the brute had dropped his plan - Of eating up at once the man, - It did not seem, his ways were such, - That music yet had soothed him much. - - In fact he leapt and danced like mad; - He danced with all the legs he had; - Our friend, with violin to shoulder, - Sat, proudly playing, on a boulder. - - He played until his arm grew weak, - And heat-drops gathered on his cheek; - He saw there would be mischief in it - If he but dropped his bow a minute! - - For in that alligator’s look - He read, as plain as in a book, - “Play on, or I will eat you yet, - With appetite the sharper set!” - - Just as he thought he soon must faint - (And his emotions who can paint?) - He felt, and saw on looking round, - A curious trembling of the ground. - - Thinks he, “This dancing crocodile - Is shaking up the land of Nile”-- - He looked again, and saw, in places, - The pyramids leap from their bases! - - As six or seven together rushed, - He cried, “Confound it! I am crushed!” - But, happy chance! a moment later - They fell and crushed the alligator. - - Sing Cleopatra’s almond eye, - Sing reeds and hippopotami, - Sing tamarisk-trees by Mœris Lake, - And mud left in the sun to bake! - - Then, as the fiddler wiped his brow, - Says he, “I feel exhausted now!” - Those ruins he no more regards - Than any fallen house of cards. - - Out on the sands he chanced to find - A bit of temple to his mind, - And, as he sat down in the shade, - There came an Ethiop to his aid. - - “De Hyksos,” said that nigger lad, - “Dis way some secret cellarage had; - Yah, massa, yah, de best ob wine; - De Shepherd Kings, dey know’d de Rhine.” - - He quaffed those hocks, that fiddler bold, - Hocks five and thirty centuries old; - The cellar-man was older still-- - Sing Typhon, Ptah, or what you will. - - Sing Ra, sing Sos, sing Seb, sing Khem, - Sing Mycerinus, after them; - Sing Diodorus Siculus, - Who tells untruths, for all his fuss; - Sing Manetho; but keep this clue-- - The tale which _I_ have told is true. - - - - - [Illustration] - - L’ENVOI - - - Versification, - Likewise illustration; - Flowers of my growing - From seed to blowing; - Flowers of my finding, - Gathering, and binding; - Home-flower and heather - Mingled together;-- - Take these confusions, - Ye dear Lilliputians. - - - Printed by BALLANTYNE, HANSON & CO. - - London & Edinburgh - - -Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: - -Pianofore Palace stand=> Pinafore Palace stand {pg 17} - -Oh, the Giant Frodgedobblum am I=> Oh, the Giant Frodgedobbulum am I {pg -139} - - - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lilliput Lyrics, by W. 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B. Rands - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org/license - - -Title: Lilliput Lyrics - -Author: W. B. Rands - -Editor: R. Brimley Johnson - -Illustrator: Charles Robinson - -Release Date: September 11, 2016 [EBook #53030] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LILLIPUT LYRICS *** - - - - -Produced by David Edwards, Chuck Greif and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<hr class="full" /> - -<p class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/cover_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="301" height="500" alt="Image unavailable: cover" /></a> -</p> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="" -style="border: 2px black solid;margin:auto auto;max-width:50%; -padding:1%;"> -<tr><td> - -<p class="c"><a href="#CONTENTS">Contents.</a></p> -<p class="c">Some typographical errors have been corrected; -<a href="#transcrib">a list follows the text</a>.</p> - -<p class="c"><span class="nonvis">In certain versions of this etext [in certain browsers] -clicking on the image will bring up a larger version.</span></p> - -<p class="c">(etext transcriber's note)</p></td></tr> -</table> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/frontispiece_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/frontispiece_sml.jpg" width="391" height="550" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_002" id="page_002"></a>{2}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_003" id="page_003"></a>{3}</span> </p> - -<h1><a href="images/title_page_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/title_page_sml.jpg" width="384" height="550" alt="Image unavailable: LILLIPUT LYRICS - -EDITED BY R. BRIMLEY JOHNSON - -BY W. B. RAND ILLUSTRATED BY CHAS. ROBINSON - -JOHN LANE - -THE BODLEY HEAD. - -LONDON & NEW YORK. 1899" /></a> -</h1> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_004" id="page_004"></a>{4}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_005" id="page_005"></a>{5}</span> </p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i005_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i005_sml.jpg" width="249" height="326" alt="Image unavailable: Lillput Lyrics" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_006" id="page_006"></a>{6}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_007" id="page_007"></a>{7}</span> </p> - -<h2><a name="THE_EDITORS_NOTE" id="THE_EDITORS_NOTE"></a> -<a href="images/i007_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i007_sml.jpg" width="280" height="347" alt="Image unavailable: THE EDITOR’S NOTE" /></a> -</h2> - -<p><i>The following verses have been selected from “Lilliput Levee,” 1868, -and from W. B. Rands’ numerous contributions to magazines.<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> He wrote</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_008" id="page_008"></a>{8}</span> -<i>under many signatures, never enumerated; but—with the generous -assistance of his son, Mr. Paul W. Rands, and his publisher, Mr. -Alexander Strahan—I have been able to identify and examine all his -work. Three poems are included, by permission, from the reprint of -“Lilliput Lectures,” which I lately edited for Mr. James Bowden. Messrs. -Dalziel have allowed me to use one from “Hood’s Comic Annual.” All other -rights belonged to Mr. Strahan, and have been transferred, with the full -concurrence of Mr. P. W. Rands, to Mr. John Lane for this volume. -Nothing has been included from “Innocent’s Island,” which we hope to -reprint shortly with some of the “Lilliput Revels.”</i></p> - -<p><i>These are poems for children, with whom Rands was always at his best, -and have been chosen in remembrance of their tastes and understandings. -As many of them are printed from magazines and never received the -author’s final revision, I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_009" id="page_009"></a>{9}</span> occasionally edited the text, without -scruple, by omitting weak lines or even altering a word.</i></p> - -<p class="r"> -<i>R. B. J.</i><br /> -</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i009_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i009_sml.jpg" width="301" height="195" alt="Image unavailable: The End of the Editor’s Note" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> <i>A portion of the Introductory Verses to “Lilliput Legends” -is also included.</i></p></div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_010" id="page_010"></a>{10}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>RAT-TAT! the postman knocks!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>This is the Lilliput letter-box.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A penny for your thoughts, my dear!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>So said the Raven in Odin’s ear.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Here comes a letter from Thing-a-my-Bob,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>A letter from Ruth, a letter from Rob.</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Rat-tat! the postman knocks!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>This is the Lilliput letter-box.</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_011" id="page_011"></a>{11}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a> -<a href="images/i011_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i011_sml.jpg" width="336" height="290" alt="Image unavailable: CONTENTS" /></a> -<br /><big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> -</h2> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="0" summary=""> - -<tr><td colspan="2" class="c"><a href="#Lyrics"><i>LYRICS</i></a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#LILLIPUT_LEVEE"><i>Lilliput Levee</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_017"><i>Page</i> 17</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#DOLL_POEMS"><i>Doll Poems</i></a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_PICTURE"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">1. <i>The Picture</i></span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_024">24</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_LOVE_STORY"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">2. <i>The Love Story</i></span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_025">25</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#DRESSING_HER"><span style="margin-left: 2em;">3. <i>Dressing Her</i></span></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_027">27</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_LITTLE_DOLLS_HOUSE_IN_ARCADY"><i>The Little Doll’s House in Arcady</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_030">30</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_PEDLARS_CARAVAN"><i>The Pedlar’s Caravan</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_035">35</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_FIRST_TOOTH"><i>The First Tooth</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_037">37</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#PRAISE_AND_LOVE"><i>Praise and Love</i></a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_012" id="page_012"></a>{12}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_040">40</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#TWO_PICTURES"><i>Two Pictures</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_043">43</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_SHIP_THAT_SAILED_INTO_THE_SUN"><i>The Ship that Sailed into the Sun</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_046">46</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_YOUNG_EXILE"><i>The Young Exile</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_048">48</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_COMING_STORM"><i>The Coming Storm</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_051">51</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_DISCONTENTED_YEW-TREE"><i>The Discontented Yew-Tree</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_052">52</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_LITTLE_BROTHER"><i>The Little Brother</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_055">55</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#CUCKOO_IN_THE_PEAR-TREE"><i>Cuckoo in the Pear-Tree</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_057">57</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#MADCAP"><i>Madcap</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_059">59</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_BEWITCHED_TOYS_OR_QUEEN_MAB_IN_CHILD-WORLD"><i>The Bewitched Toys; or, Queen Mab in Child-World</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_065">65</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_NEW_WORLD"><i>The New World</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_072">72</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#LINA_AND_HER_LAMB"><i>Lina and her Lamb</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_075">75</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_BOY_THAT_LOVES_A_BABY"><i>The Boy that Loves a Baby</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_078">78</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#HAROLD_AND_ALICE"><i>Harold and Alice; or, The Reformed Giant</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_081">81</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#PRINCE_PHILIBERT"><i>Prince Philibert</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_091">91</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#GOLD-BOY_AND_GREEN-GIRL"><i>Gold-Boy and Green-Girl</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_094">94</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#AT_HARVEST-TIME"><i>At Harvest-Time</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_097">97</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#SEE-SAW"><i>See-Saw</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_099">99</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#GREAT_WIDE_BEAUTIFUL_WONDERFUL_WORLD"><i>Great, Wide, Beautiful, Wonderful World</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_101">101</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#KITTENS_AND_CHICKENS"><i>Kittens and Chickens</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_103">103</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_MAKING_OF_THE_MUSIC"><i>The Making of the Music</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_106">106</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_RACE_OF_THE_FLOWERS"><i>The Race of the Flowers</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_109">109</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#POLLY"><i>Polly</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_112">112</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_WINDMILL"><i>The Windmill</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_116">116</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_GIRL_THAT_GARIBALDI_KISSED"><i>The Girl that Garibaldi Kissed</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_118">118</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#SEEING_GOD"><i>Seeing God</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_122">122</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#FAIR_LADY_RARE_LADY"><i>Fair Lady, Rare Lady</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_124">124</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_ABSENT_BOY"><i>The Absent Boy</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_126">126</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#MORNING"><i>Morning</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_129">129</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_RISING_WATCHING_MOON"><i>The Rising, Watching Moon</i></a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_013" id="page_013"></a>{13}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_131">131</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_FLOWERS"><i>The Flowers</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_133">133</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_PENANCE_OF_THE_LITTLE_MAID"><i>The Penance of the Little Maid</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_135">135</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#FRODGEDOBBULUMS_FANCY"><i>Frodgedobbulum’s Fancy</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_137">137</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_GUINEA-PIG"><i>The Guinea-Pig</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_148">148</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#LITTLE_BOY_BLUE"><i>Little Boy Blue</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_150">150</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#MISS_HOOPER"><i>Miss Hooper</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_152">152</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#A_SHOOTING_SONG"><i>A Shooting Song</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_156">156</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#A_FISHING_SONG"><i>A Fishing Song</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_158">158</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#SHOCKHEADED_CICELY_AND_THE_TWO_BEARS"><i>Shockheaded Cicely and the Two Bears</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_161">161</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#MOTHERS_JOY"><i>Mother’s Joy</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_168">168</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_BABY"><i>The Baby</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_170">170</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#WHAT_WILL_AUNTIE_SEND"><i>What will Auntie send?</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_173">173</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#LORDS-AND-LADIES"><i>Lords-and-Ladies</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_176">176</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_DOG_AND_THE_PATCH_OF_MOONSHINE"><i>The Dog and the Patch of Moonshine</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_178">178</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#AUTUMN_SONG"><i>Autumn Song</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_182">182</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_DRUMMER-BOY_AND_THE_SHEPHERDESS"><i>The Drummer-Boy and the Shepherdess</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_184">184</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#LULLABY"><i>Lullaby</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_186">186</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#CLEAN_CLARA"><i>Clean Clara</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_188">188</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_LAVENDER_BEDS"><i>The Lavender Beds</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_191">191</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#Little_Ditties1"><i>LITTLE DITTIES</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_194">194</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td> </td></tr> -<tr><td><a href="#Babys_Bells1"><i>BABY’S BELLS</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_237">237</a></td></tr> -<tr><td> </td></tr> - -<tr><td colspan="2" class="c"><a href="#Nonsense_Rhymes1"><i>NONSENSE RHYMES</i></a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#TUESDAY"><i>Tuesday</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_279">279</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#JOLLY_JACK"><i>Jolly Jack</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_281">281</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_DUCK_AND_HER_DUCKLINGS"><i>The Duck and her Ducklings</i></a><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_014" id="page_014"></a>{14}</span></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_282">282</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#LITTLE_BEN_BUTE"><i>Little Ben Bute</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_284">284</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_DREAM_OF_A_GIRL_WHO_LIVED_AT_SEVEN-OAKS"><i>The Dream of a Girl who Lived at Seven-Oaks</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_286">286</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_DREAM_OF_A_BOY_WHO_LIVED_AT_NINE-ELMS"><i>The Dream of a Boy who Lived at Nine-Elms</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_287">287</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#FOUR_LITTLE_HISTORIES"><i>Four Little Histories</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_289">289</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#A_BIG_NOISE"><i>A Big Noise</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_294">294</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_ALARM"><i>The Alarm</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_295">295</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#CICERO_BRICK"><i>Cicero Brick</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_297">297</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_OBSTINATE_COW"><i>The Obstinate Cow</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_301">301</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#LAVENDER_LADY"><i>Lavender Lady</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_304">304</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#ODD_RHYMES"><i>Odd Rhymes</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_311">311</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#TOPSYTURVEY-WORLD"><i>Topsyturvey-World</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_316">316</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#MISS_WAVER"><i>Miss Waver</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_319">319</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#JEREMY_JANGLE"><i>Jeremy Jangle</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_320">320</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#STALKY_JACK"><i>Stalky Jack</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_322">322</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#THE_FIDDLER_AND_THE_CROCODILE"><i>The Fiddler and the Crocodile</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_324">324</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td><a href="#LENVOI"><i>L’Envoi</i></a></td><td class="rt" valign="bottom"><a href="#page_330">330</a></td></tr> - -</table> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_015" id="page_015"></a>{15}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"><a name="Lyrics" id="Lyrics"></a> -<a href="images/i015_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i015_sml.jpg" width="300" height="283" alt="Image unavailable: Lyrics" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_016" id="page_016"></a>{16}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_017" id="page_017"></a>{17}</span> </p> - -<h2><a name="LILLIPUT_LEVEE" id="LILLIPUT_LEVEE"></a> -<a href="images/i017_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i017_sml.jpg" width="295" height="316" alt="Image unavailable: LILLIPUT LEVEE" /></a> -<br /> -LILLIPUT LEVEE -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>HERE does Pinafore Palace stand?<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Right in the middle of Lilliput-land!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There the Queen eats bread-and-honey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There the King counts up his money!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_018" id="page_018"></a>{18}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, the Glorious Revolution!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, the Provisional Constitution!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now that the children, clever bold folks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have turned the tables upon the Old Folks!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Easily the thing was done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the children were more than two to one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brave as lions, quick as foxes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With hoards of wealth in their money-boxes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They seized the keys, they patrolled the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They drove the policeman off his beat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They built barricades, they stationed sentries—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must give the word, when you come to the entries!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They dressed themselves, in the Riflemen’s clothes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They had pea-shooters, they had arrows and bows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So as to put resistance down—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Order regions in Lilliput-town!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They made the baker bake hot rolls,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made the wharfinger send in coals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made the butcher kill the calf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They cut the telegraph-wires in half.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They went to the chemists, and with their feet<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They kicked the physic all down the street;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They went to the schoolroom and tore the books,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They munched the puffs at the pastrycook’s.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_019" id="page_019"></a>{19}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They sucked the jam, they lost the spoons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sent up several fire-balloons,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They let off crackers, they burnt a guy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They piled a bonfire ever so high.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They offered a prize for the laziest boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one for the most Magnificent toy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They split or burnt the canes offhand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made new laws in Lilliput-land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Never do to-day what you can</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Put off till to-morrow</i>, one of them ran;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Late to bed and late to rise</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was another law which they did devise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They passed a law to have always plenty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of beautiful things: we shall mention twenty:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A magic lantern for all to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rabbits to keep, and a Christmas-tree,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A boat, a house that went on wheels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An organ to grind, and sherry at meals,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drums and wheelbarrows, Roman candles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whips with whistles let into the handles,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A real live giant, a roc to fly,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A goat to tease, a copper to sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A garret of apples, a box of paints,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A saw and a hammer, and no complaints.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_020" id="page_020"></a>{20}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nail up the door, slide down the stairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw off the legs of the parlour chairs—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That was the way in Lilliput-land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The children having the upper hand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They made the Old Folks come to school,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in pinafores,—that was the rule,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, <i>Eener-deener-diner-duss,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Kattler-wheeler-whiler-wuss</i>;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They made them learn all sorts of things<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That nobody liked. They had catechisings;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They kept them in, they sent them down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In class, in school, in Lilliput-town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O but they gave them tit-for-tat!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thick bread-and-butter, and all that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stick-jaw pudding that tires your chin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the marmalade spread ever so thin!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They governed the clock in Lilliput-land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They altered the hour or the minute-hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made the day fast, they made the day slow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just as they wished the time to go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They never waited for king or for cat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They never wiped their shoes on the mat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their joy was great; their joy was greater;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They rode in the baby’s perambulator!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_021" id="page_021"></a>{21}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was a Levee in Lilliput-town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At Pinafore Palace. Smith and Brown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Jones and Robinson had to attend—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All to whom they cards did send.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every one rode in a cab to the door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every one came in a pinafore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lady and gentleman, rat-tat-tat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Loud knock, proud knock, opera hat!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The place was covered with silver and gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The place was as full as it ever could hold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ladies kissed her Majesty’s hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such was the custom in Lilliput-land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His Majesty knighted eight or ten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps a score, of the gentlemen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some of them short and some of them tall—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Arise, Sir What’s-a-name What-do-you-call</i>!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nuts and nutmeg (that’s in the negus);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bill of fare would perhaps fatigue us;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forty-five fiddlers to play the fiddle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right foot, left foot, down the middle.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Conjuring tricks with the poker and tongs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Riddles and forfeits, singing of songs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One fat man, too fat by far,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tried “Twinkle, twinkle, little star.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_022" id="page_022"></a>{22}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His voice was gruff, his pinafore tight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wife said, “Mind, dear, sing it right,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he forgot, and said Fa-la-la!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Queen of Lilliput’s own papa!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She frowned, and ordered him up to bed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He said he was sorry; she shook her head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His clean shirt-front with his tears was stained—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But discipline had to be maintained.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Constitution! The Law! The Crown!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Order reigns in Lilliput-town!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Queen is Jill, and the King is John;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I trust the Government will get on.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I noticed, being a man of rhymes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An advertisement in the <i>Lilliput Times</i>:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<span class="smcap">Pinafore Palace</span>. This is to state<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Court is in want of a Laureate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Nothing menial required.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poets, willing to be hired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May send in Specimens at once,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Care of the Chamberlain <span class="smcap">Doubledunce</span>.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Said I to myself Here’s a chance for me<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Lilliput Laureate for to be!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And these are the Specimens I sent in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Pinafore Palace. Shall I win?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_023" id="page_023"></a>{23}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Public Notice.</span>—<i>This is to state</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That these are the specimens left at the gate</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Of Pinafore Palace, exact to date,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>In the hands of the porter, Curlypate,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Who sits in his plush on a chair of state,</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>By the gentleman who is a candidate</i><br /></span> -<span class="i2"><i>For the office of</i> <span class="smcap">Lilliput Laureate</span>.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_024" id="page_024"></a>{24}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="DOLL_POEMS" id="DOLL_POEMS"></a> -<a href="images/i024_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i024_sml.jpg" width="294" height="314" alt="Image unavailable: DOLL POEMS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">DOLL POEMS</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I<br /><br /> - -<a name="THE_PICTURE" id="THE_PICTURE"></a>THE PICTURE</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HIS is her picture—Dolladine—<br /></span> -<span class="ih">The beautifullest doll that ever was seen!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, what nosegays! Oh, what sashes!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, what beautiful eyes and lashes!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_025" id="page_025"></a>{25}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, what a precious perfect pet!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On each instep a pink rosette;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little blue shoes for her little blue tots;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Elegant ribbons in bows and knots.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her hair is powdered; her arms are straight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only feel—she is quite a weight!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her legs are limp, though;—stand up, miss!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a beautiful buttoned-up mouth to kiss!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II<br /><br /> - -<a name="THE_LOVE_STORY" id="THE_LOVE_STORY"></a>THE LOVE STORY</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> is the doll with respect to whom<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A story is told that ends in gloom;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there was a sensitive little sir<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went out of his mind for love of her!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They pulled a wire, she moved her eye;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They squeezed the bellows, they made her cry;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the boy could never be persuaded<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That these were really things which <i>they</i> did.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My Dolladine,” he said, “has life;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I love her, and she shall be my wife;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dainty delicate Dolladine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The prettiest girl that ever was seen!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_026" id="page_026"></a>{26}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To give his passion a chance to cool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sent the lover to boarding-school.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But absence only made it worse—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He never learnt anything, prose or verse!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He drew her likeness on his slate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His Grammar was in a <i>dreadful</i> state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With Dolladine all over the edges,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And true-love knots, and vows, and pledges.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What was the consequence?—Doctor Whack<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Begged of his parents to take him back.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When his condition, poor boy, was seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too late, they sent for Dolladine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And now he will never part with her:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He calls her lily, and rose, and myrrh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dolly-o’-diamonds, precious lamb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humming-bird, honey-pot, jewel, jam,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Darling, delicate-dear-delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Angel-o’-red, angel-o’-white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Queen of beauty, and suchlike names;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In fact all manner of darts and flames!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of course, while he keeps up this wooing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His education goes to ruin:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What are his prospects in future life,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With only a doll for his lawful wife?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_027" id="page_027"></a>{27}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is feared his parents’ hearts will break!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there’s one remark I wish to make:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I may be wrong, but it seems a pity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a movable doll to be made too pretty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An old-fashioned doll, that is not like nature,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can never pass for a human creature;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is in a doll that moves her eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the danger of these misfortunes lies!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lover’s name must be suppressed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For obvious reasons. He lives out west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if I call him Pygmalion Pout,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I don’t believe you will find him out!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III<br /><br /> - -<a name="DRESSING_HER" id="DRESSING_HER"></a>DRESSING HER</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> is the way we dress the Doll:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you give her a crook with a pastoral hook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But this is the way we dress the Doll.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Chorus:</i> Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But do not crumple and mess the Doll!<br /></span> -<span class="i8">This is the way we dress the Doll.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_028" id="page_028"></a>{28}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">First, you observe her little chemise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As white as milk, with ruches of silk;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the little drawers that cover her knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As she sits or stands, with golden bands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lace in beautiful filagrees.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Chorus:</i> Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But do not crumple or mess the Doll!<br /></span> -<span class="i8">This is the way we dress the Doll.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now these are the bodies: she has two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One of pink, with ruches of blue,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweet white lace; be careful, do!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one of green, with buttons of sheen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Buttons and bands of gold, I mean,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With lace on the border in lovely order,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The most expensive we can afford her!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Chorus:</i> Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But do not crumple or mess the Doll!<br /></span> -<span class="i8">This is the way we dress the Doll.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then, with black at the border, jacket;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And this—and this—she will not lack it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Skirts? Why, there are skirts, of course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And shoes and stockings we shall enforce,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a proper bodice, in the proper place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Stays that lace have had their days<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made their martyrs); likewise garters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All entire. But our desire<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_029" id="page_029"></a>{29}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is to show you her night attire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At least a part of it. Pray admire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This sweet white thing that she goes to bed in!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s not the one that’s made for her wedding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>That</i> is special, a new design,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made with a charm and a countersign,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three times three and nine times nine:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These are only her usual clothes:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look, <i>there’s</i> a wardrobe! gracious knows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It’s pretty enough, as far as it goes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So you see the way we dress the Doll:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You might make her a shepherdess, the Doll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you gave her a crook with a pastoral hook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sheep, and a shed, and a shallow brook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all that, out of the poetry-book.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Chorus:</i> Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">But do not crumple and mess the Doll!<br /></span> -<span class="i8">This is the way we dress the Doll;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">If you had not seen, could you guess the Doll?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_030" id="page_030"></a>{30}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_DOLLS_HOUSE_IN_ARCADY" id="THE_LITTLE_DOLLS_HOUSE_IN_ARCADY"></a> -<a href="images/i030_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i030_sml.jpg" width="296" height="340" alt="Image unavailable: THE LITTLE DOLL’S HOUSE IN ARCADY" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE LITTLE DOLL’S HOUSE IN ARCADY</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE boys and girls were exceeding gay,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">With billycock bonnets and curds and whey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I thought that I was in Arcady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the fringe of the forest was fair to see.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_031" id="page_031"></a>{31}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the very first hayrick that I came to<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did turn to a Doll’s House, fair and true;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw with my eyes where the same did sit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there was a rainbow over it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The people inside were setting the platters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chairs and tables, and suchlike matters,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And making the beds and getting the tea:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But through a bow-window I saw the sea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up came a damsel: “Sir,” she said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Will you walk with me by my garden bed?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you sit in my parlour by-and-by?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I will sit in your parlour, my dear,” said I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Will you hear my starling gossip?” said she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now I felt sure it was Arcady;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a starling never could do the rhyming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That very soon in my ears was chiming:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Jigglum-jogglum, Lilliputlandum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twopenny tiptop, sugaricandum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snip-snap snorum, hot-cross buns,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Conjugatorum, double-dunce.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Fannyfold funnyface, fairy-tale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cat in a cockle-boat, wigglum-whale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dickory-dolphin, humpty-hoo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Floppety-fluteykin, tootle-tum-too.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_032" id="page_032"></a>{32}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Said I, “There may be a clown outside,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a clown I never could yet abide,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A picker and stealer, a clumsy joker,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who stirs up his friends with a burning poker.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“But perhaps,” said I, “I mistake the plan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It may be the Punch-and-Judy man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or the other, that keeps the galante show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the marionettes, for what I know.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then I opened the window through thick and thin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in with a bounce came a Harlequin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And very distinctly I heard a band<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strike up the dances of Lilliput Land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To wonder at this I did incline,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And where,” said I, “is the Columbine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tip-toe twist-about, shimmer and shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where is the beautiful Columbine?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then out from the curtains, all shimmer and shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a rose-red sash came Columbine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Harlequin took her by the hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they stepped it out in Lilliput Land;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twirl about, whirl about, shimmer and shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O a rose-red sash had Columbine!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_033" id="page_033"></a>{33}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then one of the folks who had set the tea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Doll’s House fashion, did climb my knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he said, “Would you like, sir, to take a trip<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With me? Have you seen my little ship?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ship, as he called it, was certainly small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the dot of a sailor could carry it all:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So both got in, and away went we,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Coasting the sea-board of Arcady.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then I told a story, and he told one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But they both got mixed before they were done;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so did we, as the day grew dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the child was myself, and myself was him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But now it was getting time to land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I stepped into Fleet Street, and went up the Strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I thought I should like to study the trade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They drive in toys at the Lowther Arcade.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And whom should I see, at a Doll’s House door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the very same damsel I met before!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I thought I should see you again,” says she;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And a few of my friends will be here to tea.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the Punch-and-Judy man came in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Columbine and the Harlequin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The man that patters in front of the show,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the children—and how their tongues did go!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_034" id="page_034"></a>{34}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But what makes the place so sweet? thought I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As scents of the heather and furze went by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And with them a whiff of the rolling sea;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I remembered Arcady,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the party were tittering over the tea.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_035" id="page_035"></a>{35}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_PEDLARS_CARAVAN" id="THE_PEDLARS_CARAVAN"></a> -<a href="images/i035_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i035_sml.jpg" width="275" height="176" alt="Image unavailable: THE PEDLAR’S CARAVAN" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE PEDLAR’S CARAVAN</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> WISH I lived in a caravan,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">With a horse to drive, like a pedlar-man!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where he comes from nobody knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or where he goes to, but on he goes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His caravan has windows two,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a chimney of tin, that the smoke comes through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He has a wife, with a baby brown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they go riding from town to town.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_036" id="page_036"></a>{36}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Chairs to mend, and delf to sell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He clashes the basins like a bell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tea-trays, baskets ranged in order,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plates, with alphabets round the border!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The roads are brown, and the sea is green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But his house is like a bathing-machine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world is round, and he can ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rumble and slash, to the other side!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the pedlar-man I should like to roam,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And write a book when I came home;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the people would read my book,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just like the Travels of Captain Cook!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_037" id="page_037"></a>{37}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_FIRST_TOOTH" id="THE_FIRST_TOOTH"></a> -<a href="images/i037_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i037_sml.jpg" width="290" height="328" alt="Image unavailable: THE FIRST TOOTH" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE FIRST TOOTH</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HERE once was a wood, and a very thick wood,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">So thick that to walk was as much as you could;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a sunbeam got in, and the trees understood.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_038" id="page_038"></a>{38}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I went to this wood, at the end of the snows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And as I was walking I saw a primrose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only one! Shall I show you the place where it grows?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There once was a house, and a very dark house,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As dark, I believe, as the hole of a mouse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a tree in my wood, at the thick of the boughs.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I went to this house, and I searched it aright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I opened the chambers, and I found a light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only one! Shall I show you this little lamp bright?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There once was a cave, and this very dark cave<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One day took a gift from an incoming wave;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I made up my mind to know what the sea gave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I took a lit torch, I walked round the ness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the water was lowest; and in a recess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In my cave was a jewel. Will nobody guess?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O there was a baby, he sat on my knee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a pearl in his mouth that was precious to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His little dark mouth like my cave of the sea!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_039" id="page_039"></a>{39}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I said to my heart, “And my jewel is bright!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He blooms like a primrose! He shines like a light!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put your hand in his mouth! Do you feel? He can bite!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_040" id="page_040"></a>{40}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PRAISE_AND_LOVE" id="PRAISE_AND_LOVE"></a> -<a href="images/i040_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i040_sml.jpg" width="334" height="511" alt="Image unavailable: PRAISE AND LOVE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">PRAISE AND LOVE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>ELL me, Praise, and tell me, Love,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">What you both are thinking of?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_041" id="page_041"></a>{41}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh, we think,” said Love, said Praise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Now of children and their ways.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give me of your cup to drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Praise, and tell me all you think.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh, I think of crowns of gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the clever and the bold.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then I turned to Love, and said,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love was glowing heavenly-red,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give me of your cup to drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Love, and tell me all you think.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Let me taste your bitter-sweet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who are those that kiss your feet?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Love looked up—I read her eyes—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were stars and they were skies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Clinging to her garment’s hem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Smiling as I looked at them,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There were children scarred and halt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Children weeping for a fault;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_042" id="page_042"></a>{42}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those who scarcely dared to raise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Doubtful eyes to smiling Praise.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Love looked round, and Praise and Pride<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brought their glad ones to her side.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Yea, these too,” she said or sang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the world with music rang.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_043" id="page_043"></a>{43}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TWO_PICTURES" id="TWO_PICTURES"></a> -<a href="images/i043_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i043_sml.jpg" width="296" height="104" alt="Image unavailable: TWO PICTURES" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">TWO PICTURES</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HERE was a little fellow<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Who lived across the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His hair was brown and yellow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As any honey-bee.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes he was the smartest<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of warriors in the van;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was a Bonapartist,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a Republican.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_044" id="page_044"></a>{44}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A fort of cards he builded,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though now and then they slid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With ammunition filled it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or made believe he did;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when the fort was wrought up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This little man amain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His big artillery brought up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And blew it down again!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> little Bonapartist,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or, say, Republican,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would sometimes play the artist,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The busy little man!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sometimes he was untidy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Though often he was smart;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He thought that he was mighty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In many kinds of Art.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sat like any fixture,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The drawing-board before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, oh, to see the mixture<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of colours on the floor!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such was this little fellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who lived across the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose hair was brown and yellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just like a honey-bee.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_045" id="page_045"></a>{45}</span></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seven-and-seventy mothers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This side of the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said, “We know some others<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quite as nice as he!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven-and-seventy brothers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said, “And so do we!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven-and-seventy sisters,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hearing this acclaim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said to those young misters,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“We think just the same.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_046" id="page_046"></a>{46}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_SHIP_THAT_SAILED_INTO_THE_SUN" id="THE_SHIP_THAT_SAILED_INTO_THE_SUN"></a> -<a href="images/i046_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i046_sml.jpg" width="308" height="428" alt="Image unavailable: THE SHIP THAT SAILED INTO THE SUN" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE SHIP THAT SAILED INTO THE SUN</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HEY said my brother’s ship went down,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Down into the sea,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_047" id="page_047"></a>{47}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because a storm came on to drown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The biggest ships that be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I saw the ship, when he went away;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw it pass, and pass;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tide was low, I went out to play,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sea was all like glass;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ship sailed straight into the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Half of a ball of gold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Onward it went till it touched the sun—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I saw the ship take hold!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But soon I saw them both no more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The sun and the ship together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the wind began to hoot and to roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there was stormy weather.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet every day the golden ball<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rests on the edge of the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun it is, with the ship and all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the ship sailed into the golden ball<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Across the edge of the sky.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_048" id="page_048"></a>{48}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_YOUNG_EXILE" id="THE_YOUNG_EXILE"></a> -<a href="images/i048_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i048_sml.jpg" width="184" height="325" alt="Image unavailable: THE YOUNG EXILE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE YOUNG EXILE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">L</span>ITTLE Boy<br /></span> -<span class="ih">From Savoy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the slouch-sandalled feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With the pipe in your hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To play on, as you stand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the long, stony, stupid, stumbling street;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_049" id="page_049"></a>{49}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i2">I heard a noise just now,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I got up from my desk,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saying, “What can be the row?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the dogs went bow-wow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I-cannot-tell-you-how<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went your music; and the whole thing was grotesque.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then I saw you, picturesque,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In the weather,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With a feather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your rough wide-awake,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And a bowl,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Poor young soul!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In your hand for the coppers you might take;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the handsome face you had,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Little lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Olive skin of the South,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Large eyes and well-set mouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I admired very much, yes, I did;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I wished you back again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To your dear native plain<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the loose with a marmot or a kid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With your father, and a bag full of money,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a cottage all your own<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pretty much got up of stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And with flocks<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In the rocks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At your call, and the maids,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blue-kirtled, in the shades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a score of beehives very full of honey!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_050" id="page_050"></a>{50}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i050_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i050_sml.jpg" width="303" height="527" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_051" id="page_051"></a>{51}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_COMING_STORM" id="THE_COMING_STORM"></a>THE COMING STORM</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE tree-tops rustle, the tree-tops wave,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">They hustle, they bustle; and, down in a cave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The winds are murmuring, ready to rave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The skies are dimming; the birds fly low,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Skimming and swimming, their wings are slow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They float, they are carried, they scarcely go.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dead leaves hurry; the waters, too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flurry and scurry; as if they knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A storm was at hand; the smoke is blue.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_052" id="page_052"></a>{52}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_DISCONTENTED_YEW-TREE" id="THE_DISCONTENTED_YEW-TREE"></a> -<a href="images/i052_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i052_sml.jpg" width="291" height="172" alt="Image unavailable: THE DISCONTENTED YEW-TREE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE DISCONTENTED YEW-TREE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">A</span> DARK-GREEN prickly yew one night<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Peeped round on the trees of the forest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said, “<i>Their</i> leaves are smooth and bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My lot is the worst and poorest:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wish I had golden leaves,” said the yew;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And lo, when the morning came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He found his wish had come suddenly true,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For his branches were all aflame.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_053" id="page_053"></a>{53}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, by came a Jew, with a bag on his back,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who cried, “I’ll be rich to-day!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He stripped the boughs, and, filling his sack<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With the yellow leaves, walked away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The yew was as vexed as a tree could be,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And grieved as a yew-tree grieves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sighed, “If Heaven would but pity me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And grant me crystal leaves!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then crystal leaves crept over the boughs;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said the yew, “Now am I not gay?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a hailstorm hurricane soon arose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And broke every leaf away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So he mended his wish yet once again,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Of my pride I do now repent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Give me fresh green leaves, quite smooth and plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And I will be content.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the morning he woke in smooth green leaf,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saying, “This is a sensible plan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The storm will not bring my beauty to grief,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or the greediness of man.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But the world has goats as well as men,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And one came snuffing past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which ate of the green leaves a million and ten,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not having broken his fast.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_054" id="page_054"></a>{54}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O then the yew-tree groaned aloud,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What folly was mine, alack!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I was discontented, and I was proud—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">O give me my old leaves back!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So, when daylight broke, he was dark, dark green,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And prickly as before!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The other trees mocked, “Such a sight to be seen!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be near him makes one sore!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The south wind whispered his leaves between,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Be thankful, and change no more!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“The thing you are is always the thing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That you had better be”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the north wind said, with a gallant fling,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“The foolish, weak yew-tree!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What if he blundered twice or thrice?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There’s a turn to the longest lane;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And everything must have its price—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor faulterer, try again!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_055" id="page_055"></a>{55}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_LITTLE_BROTHER" id="THE_LITTLE_BROTHER"></a> -<a href="images/i055_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i055_sml.jpg" width="303" height="151" alt="Image unavailable: THE LITTLE BROTHER" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE LITTLE BROTHER</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">L</span>ITTLE brother in a cot,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Baby, baby!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall he have a pleasant lot?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Maybe, maybe!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little brother in a nap,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Baby, baby!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bless his tiny little cap,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Noise far away be!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_056" id="page_056"></a>{56}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With a rattle in his hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Baby, baby!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dreaming—who can understand<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Dreams like this, what they be?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he wakes kiss him twice,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Then talk and gay be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little cheeks soft and nice,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Baby, baby!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pretty little pouting boy,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Baby, baby!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let his life, with sweet and toy,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Pleasure all and play be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seven white angels watching here,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Baby, baby!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray be kind to baby dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Pray be, pray be!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little brother in a cot,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Baby, baby!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His shall be a pleasant lot—<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Must</i>, not may be!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_057" id="page_057"></a>{57}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="CUCKOO_IN_THE_PEAR-TREE" id="CUCKOO_IN_THE_PEAR-TREE"></a> -<a href="images/i057_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i057_sml.jpg" width="185" height="317" alt="Image unavailable" /></a> -<br /> -CUCKOO IN THE PEAR-TREE -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raining or snowing, nought cared he.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_058" id="page_058"></a>{58}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Cuckoo flew over a housetop nigh.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dear, are you at home, for here am I?<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cuckoo, cuckoo, here am I.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I dare not open the door to you.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps you are not the right cuckoo?<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cuckoo, cuckoo, the right Cuckoo!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I am the right Cuckoo, the proper one.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I am my father’s only son,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cuckoo, cuckoo, his only son.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“If you are your father’s only son—<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i5">The bobbin pull tightly,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Come through the door lightly—<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If you are your father’s only son—<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It must be you, the only one—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Cuckoo, cuckoo, my own Cuckoo!<br /></span> -<span class="i12">Cuckoo!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_059" id="page_059"></a>{59}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MADCAP" id="MADCAP"></a>MADCAP</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">S</span>WIFT, lithe, plastical;<br /></span> -<span class="ih">High-fantastical<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In feats gymnastical;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Enthusiastical;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She is a glorious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Romp; victorious;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is uproarious<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Too censorious?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She is a mighty,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Elfy, spritey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Highty-tighty<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ma’mselle Flighty.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_060" id="page_060"></a>{60}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i060_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i060_sml.jpg" width="311" height="532" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_061" id="page_061"></a>{61}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE gayest wench, if<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Her mood’s extensive;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But full of sense, if<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her mood is pensive.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What resolution<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In execution!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O mum,” says Susan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“She is a Rooshian!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But when she’s graver<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No girl is braver<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In her behaviour,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As I’m a shaver!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bid Mystery pack again!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With sudden tack again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Romp is back again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madcap, clack again!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I am priming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Myself for rhyming<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of Jove or Hymen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That girl is climbing,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Athletic, able,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chairs, the table,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An admirable<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gymnastic Babel!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_062" id="page_062"></a>{62}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It makes me shiver<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In lungs and liver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look! However,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three cheers I give her.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_063" id="page_063"></a>{63}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BEWITCHED_TOYS_OR_QUEEN_MAB_IN_CHILD-WORLD" id="THE_BEWITCHED_TOYS_OR_QUEEN_MAB_IN_CHILD-WORLD"></a> -<a href="images/i063_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i063_sml.jpg" width="302" height="370" alt="Image unavailable: THE BEWITCHED TOYS; OR, QUEEN MAB IN CHILD-WORLD." /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE BEWITCHED TOYS; OR, QUEEN MAB IN CHILD-WORLD.</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">H</span>ERE comes Queen Mab in her coach-and-six!<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Look out for mischievous fairy tricks!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_064" id="page_064"></a>{64}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Look out, good girls! Look out, brave boys!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I know she comes to bewitch your toys!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hither she floats, like the down of a thistle!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So mind the pegtop; and mind the hoop;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bring down the kite with a sudden swoop;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hide the popgun; and plug up the whistle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But don’t say Dolly’s a-bed with the croup:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, if you tell her a fib, my dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She’ll fasten the door-key to your ear!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the Kite went flying up to the Moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the Man with the Sticks, who lives up there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kick’d it through with his clouted shoon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the tail hung dangling down in the air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Harry wouldn’t let go the string,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Although it nearly broke with the strain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said he: “Well, this is a comical thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the kite is mine, and I’ll have it again!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Now whistle three times,” cried cunning Nell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“And over your shoulder throw your shoe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And pull once more, and say this spell:<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Fustumfunnidostantaraboo</span>!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_065" id="page_065"></a>{65}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But Harry made a mistake in the charm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saying, “<span class="smcap">Fustumfunnidostantaboorack</span>!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a dreadful pain went all up his arm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he fell down, shouting, right on his back.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Nell took hold, and pulled the string,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the kite came down, all safe and sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a piece of the moon away did bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which you may have for a silver pound!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Said Thomas, with the round straw hat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“My popgun bring to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hey! to shoot the Tabby Cat<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up in the Cherry-tree!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Last night she stole my supper all,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She must be better taught;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I shall make her caterwaul<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘I’m sorry,’ as she ought.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Thomas, taking hasty aim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At Tabby on the bough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hit Tabby’s mistress, an old Dame<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who had a Brindled Cow.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_066" id="page_066"></a>{66}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Brindled Cow could not abide<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see her mistress struck.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And after trembling Thomas hied,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said he, “It’s just my luck!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She tossed him once, she tossed him twice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When Tabby at her flew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, “Tom, your custard was so nice<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That I will fight for you.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The old Dame flung the pellet back,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, when Tom picked it up,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cried, “The pellet has turned, good lack!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a custard in a cup!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And so it had! The Brindled Cow,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Dame, and Tabby Cat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were much surprised. “It’s strange, I vow,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said Tom in the round hat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But nothing came amiss to him;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He ate the custard clean—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was a brown mark round the rim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To show where it had been.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Pegtop, pegtop—fast asleep!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray, how long do you mean to keep<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_067" id="page_067"></a>{67}</span>Humming and droning and spinning away?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you mean to keep on all the day?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ten minutes have passed since your nap was begun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pegtop, when will your nap be done?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Forty winks, forty, and forty more!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You never slept so long before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is a pretty sleep to take!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boxer, Boxer, yawn and wake!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then said Marian, “Never fear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dolly’s nightcap, Richard dear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put on Boxer—perhaps he thinks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He would like forty times forty winks!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Three o’clock, four o’clock, all day long<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Richard’s pegtop hummed so strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hummed away and would not stop—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dick had to buy another top!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For though this Boxer was certainly clever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who wants a pegtop to hum for ever?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All the Queen’s horses and all the Queen’s men<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Couldn’t get Boxer to wake again;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made him a house, and put him in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The people came to see Boxer spin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“A penny apiece,” said Dick, “and cheap,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see my Pegtop’s wonderful sleep!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_068" id="page_068"></a>{68}</span></p> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kate had quarrelled and would not speak<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To Cousin John,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who, trying to kiss her on the cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With her bonnet on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had crumpled her bonnet at the border,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And put the trimming in disorder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Pray let me kiss you, Katy dear,”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Said John so gay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Now. Master John,” said Kate severe,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Please get away!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if you don’t, I only hope<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ll get hit with my skipping-rope!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Skip, skip,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Never trip;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Round and round!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Does it touch the ground?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Don’t I skip well?” said sulky Kate;<br /></span> -<span class="i5">But, oh, at last<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Her feet stuck fast—<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Her pretty feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">So small and neat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were glued by magic to the skipping-cord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which turned into a Swing! And then my lord<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Johnny said, “This is fine, upon my word!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_069" id="page_069"></a>{69}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Backwards and forwards Katy swung;—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To the magic rope, which by nothing hung,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Frightened out of her breath she clung—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An apple for the Queen, and a pear for the King!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Wasn’t that a wonderful swing?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">It kept on going like anything!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">“John!” said Katy, turning faint,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the colour of white paint,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Save me from this dreadful swing!”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Then our Johnny made a spring<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Up to Kate, and held her tight,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And kissed her twice, with all his might,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which stopped the magic swing; and Katy then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said, “Thank you, Jack!” and kissed him back again.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the Children all said, “She spoils our play:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We must really get Queen Mab away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She mustn’t bewitch our Toys too much.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who will speak to her? Does she talk Dutch?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">John knows Magic, and Greek, and such;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No one than John can be cleverer—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps he knows how to get rid of her!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_070" id="page_070"></a>{70}</span></p> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Six White Mice, with harness on,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What do you think of Cousin John,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Who taught them so,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And made them go?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six white mice, with harness on!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A wee coach, gilt like the Lord Mayor’s own!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made by Cousin John alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Bright and gay,—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">On a Lord Mayor’s Day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just such a coach is the Lord Mayor’s own!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Marian’s Doll come out for a ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dressed like a queen in pomp and pride:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The six wee mice,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That trot so nice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draw Marian’s Doll come out for a ride!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Every mouse had a silver bell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round its neck, as I’ve heard tell;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Tinkle tink!—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But who would think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a harnessed mouse, with a silver bell?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_071" id="page_071"></a>{71}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What can six white mice intend?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thought Queen Mab, with her hair on end—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“And silver bells,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And what-not-else—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What can six white mice intend?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“When was such a procession seen?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It frightens me, as I’m a Queen!”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">So she stopped her tricks,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And her coach-and-six<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drove away with the Fairy Queen.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_072" id="page_072"></a>{72}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_NEW_WORLD" id="THE_NEW_WORLD"></a> -<a href="images/i072_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i072_sml.jpg" width="198" height="317" alt="Image unavailable: THE NEW WORLD" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE NEW WORLD</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> SAW a new world in my dream,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Where all the folks alike did seem;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was no Child, there was no Mother,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was no Change, there was no Other,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_073" id="page_073"></a>{73}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For everything was Same, the Same;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was no praise, there was no blame;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was neither Need nor Help for it;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was nothing fitting, or unfit.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Nobody laughed, nobody wept;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">None grew weary, and so none slept;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was nobody born, and nobody wed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This world was a world of the living-dead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I longed to hear the Time-Clock strike<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the world where the people were all alike;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I hated Same, I hated For-Ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I longed to say Neither, or even Never.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I longed to mend, I longed to make,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I longed to give, I longed to take,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I longed for a change, whatever came after,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I longed for crying, I longed for laughter.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last I heard the Time-Clock boom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And woke from my dream in my little room;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a smile on her lips my mother was nigh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I heard the Baby crow and cry.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I thought to myself,—How nice it is<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For me to live in a world like this,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where things can happen, and clocks can strike,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And none of the people are made alike;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_074" id="page_074"></a>{74}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Where Love wants this, and Pain wants that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all our hearts want Tit for Tat<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the jumbles we make with our heads and our hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a world that nobody understands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But with work, and hope, and the right to call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon Him who sees it and knows us all.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_075" id="page_075"></a>{75}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LINA_AND_HER_LAMB" id="LINA_AND_HER_LAMB"></a>LINA AND HER LAMB</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HIS is Lina, with her lamb,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Lina and her lamb together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the pleasant, flowery weather.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What a happy lamb I am!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is what the lamb would say<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If the lamb could only speak—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Lina loves me all the week;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lina loves me night and day;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lina loves me all the hours;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lina goes to gather flowers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lina knows them, Lina finds them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lina takes the flowers, and binds them<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a necklace for her lamb!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Happy Lina, happy lamb!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lina and her lamb together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the pleasant flowery weather.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_076" id="page_076"></a>{76}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i076_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i076_sml.jpg" width="261" height="538" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_077" id="page_077"></a>{77}</span></p> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This is Lina with her lamb,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lina and her lamb together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the snowy winter weather;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What a happy lamb I am!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is what the lamb would say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the lamb could only speak—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Lina loves me, Lina heeds me,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lina carries me, and feeds me!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Happy Lina, happy lamb!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lina and her lamb together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the freezing winter weather.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_078" id="page_078"></a>{78}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BOY_THAT_LOVES_A_BABY" id="THE_BOY_THAT_LOVES_A_BABY"></a>THE BOY THAT LOVES A BABY</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">G</span>OOD morrow, Little Stranger,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Good morrow, Baby dear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good morrow, too, Mrs. Grainger,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And what do you do here?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With your boxes, caps, and cap-strings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drowsy, hazard-hap things,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And love of good cheer?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’m a little boy that goes, ma’am,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Straight to the point;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You said that my nose, ma’am,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would soon be out of joint;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my nose keeps its place, ma’am—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The middle of my face, ma’am;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is a nose of grace, ma’am—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Aroint thee, aroint!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_079" id="page_079"></a>{79}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i079_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i079_sml.jpg" width="345" height="525" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_080" id="page_080"></a>{80}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">G</span>OOD morrow, Little Stranger,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">A girl, or a boy?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good morrow, Mrs. Grainger—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where are you, ma’am?—ahoy!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here’s all things in their proper place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And people likewise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The laundry-maid in the copper-place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The skylark in the skies!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here’s love for Mamma,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And love for Papa;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here’s a penny for a scavenger,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a bag for the blooming lavender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a rope for Don’t Care,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a kiss for the little Baby,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And one for a pretty lady<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a diamond in her hair!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_081" id="page_081"></a>{81}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="HAROLD_AND_ALICE" id="HAROLD_AND_ALICE"></a> -<a href="images/i081_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i081_sml.jpg" width="283" height="296" alt="Image unavailable: HAROLD AND ALICE; - -OR, - -THE REFORMED GIANT" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">HAROLD AND ALICE; -<br /> -<small>OR,</small> -<br /> -THE REFORMED GIANT</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE Giant sat on a rock up high,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">With the wind in his shaggy hair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he said, “I have drained the dairies dry,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And stripped the orchards bare;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_082" id="page_082"></a>{82}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I have eaten the sheep, with the wool on their backs,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(A nasty giant was he,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The eggs and the shells, the honey, the wax,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fowls, and the cock-turkéy;<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i082_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i082_sml.jpg" width="222" height="348" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_083" id="page_083"></a>{83}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And now I think I could eat a score<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of babies so plump and small;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if, after that, I should want any more,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their brothers and sisters and all.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“To-morrow I’ll do it. Ha! what was that?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Said he, for a sound he heard;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Was it fluttering owl or pattering rat,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or bough to the breeze that stirred?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, it was neither rat nor owl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Giant! nor shaking leaf;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Young Harold has heard your scheme so foul,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And it may come to grief!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One thing which you ate has escaped your mind,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Young Harold his guinea-pig dear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he has crept up to try and find<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His pet, and he shakes with fear;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He has hid himself in a corner, you know,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To listen and look about;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if to the village to-morrow you go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You may find the babes gone out!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_084" id="page_084"></a>{84}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i084_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i084_sml.jpg" width="276" height="149" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, when to the village came Harold back<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And told his tale so wild,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then every mother she cried, “Good lack!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My child! preserve my child!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And every father took his sword<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sharpened it on a stone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But little Harold said never a word,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Having a plan of his own.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He laid six harrows outside the stile<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That led to the village green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then on them a little hay did pile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the prongs not to be seen.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_085" id="page_085"></a>{85}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A toothsome sucking-pig he slew,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And thereby did it lay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For why? Because young Harold knew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Giant would pass that way.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then he went in and said his prayers,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not to lie down to sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But at his window up the stairs<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A watch all night did keep,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till the little stars all went pale to bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because the sun was out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sky in the east grew dapple-red,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the little birds chirped about.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, all the village was early awake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, with short space to pray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Their preparations they did make,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To bear the babes away.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The horses were being buckled in,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The little ones looked for a ride,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When on came the Giant, as ugly as Sin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a terrible six-yard stride.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_086" id="page_086"></a>{86}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then every woman and every child<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To scream aloud began;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Young Harold up at his watch-tower smiled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And his sword drew every man;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For now the Giant, fierce and big,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Came near to the stile by the green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But when he saw that luscious pig<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His lips grew wet between!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, left foot, right foot, step it again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He trod on——the harrow spikes!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how he raged and roared with pain<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He may describe who likes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At last he fell, and as he lay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loud bellowing on the ground,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The stalwart men of the village, they<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With drawn swords danced around.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O spare my life, I you entreat!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I will be a Giant good!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O take out those thorns that prick my feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which now are bathed in blood!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the little village maids did feel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For this Giant so shaggy-haired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to their parents they did kneel,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saying, “Let his life be spared!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_087" id="page_087"></a>{87}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His bleeding wounds the maids did bind;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They framed a litter strong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With all the hurdles they could find;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Six horses drew him along;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And all the way to his castle rude<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up high in the piny rocks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He promised to be a Giant good—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The cruel, crafty fox!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O mother, lend me your largest tub!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Why, daughter? tell me quick!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“O mother, to make a syllabub<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the Giant who is so sick.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now in fever-fit the Giant lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the pain in his wounded feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hoping soon would come the day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When he might the babies eat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O mother, dress me in white, I beg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With flowers and pretty gear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For Mary and Madge, and Jess and Peg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all my playmates dear,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_088" id="page_088"></a>{88}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We go to the Giant’s this afternoon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To carry him something nice,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A custard three times as big as the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With sugar and wine and spice.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O daughter, your father shall go with you;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Suppose the Giant is well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And eats you up, what shall we do?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then her thought did Alice tell:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No, mother dear; we go alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Heaven for us will care;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the Giant bad has a heart of stone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We will soften it with prayer!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, when the Giant saw these maids,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Drest all in white, draw near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He twitched his monstrous shoulder-blades,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dropped an honest tear!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Dear Giant, a syllabub nice we bring,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Pray let us tuck you in!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Giant said, “Sweet innocent thing!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Oh, I am a lump of sin!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Go home, and say to the man of prayer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To make the church-door wide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I next Sunday will be there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And kneel, dears, at your side.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_089" id="page_089"></a>{89}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Tell brave young Harold I forgive<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Him for the harrow-spikes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will do, please Heaven I live,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What penance the prayer-man likes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Set down, my dears, the syllabub,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And as I better feel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll try and eat a fox’s cub<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At my next mid-day meal;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“And all my life the village I’ll keep<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From harmful vermin free;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But never more will eat up the sheep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The honey, or cock-turkéy!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now Sunday came, and in the aisle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Did kneel the Giant tall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The priest could not forbear a smile,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The church it looked so small!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And, as the Giant walked away,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He knocked off the roof with his head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he quarried stones on the following day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To build another instead.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_090" id="page_090"></a>{90}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i090_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i090_sml.jpg" width="249" height="316" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">A</span>ND it was high and broad and long,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">And a hundred years it stood,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To tell of the Giant so cruel and strong<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That kindness had made good.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when Harold and Alice were married there,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A handsome sight was seen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the bridegroom was brave, and the bride was fair—<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><span class="smcap">Long live our gracious Queen</span>!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_091" id="page_091"></a>{91}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="PRINCE_PHILIBERT" id="PRINCE_PHILIBERT"></a> -<a href="images/i091_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i091_sml.jpg" width="231" height="326" alt="Image unavailable: PRINCE PHILIBERT" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">PRINCE PHILIBERT</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">O</span>H, who loves Prince Philibert?<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Who but myself?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His foot’s in the stirrup;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His book’s on the shelf;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_092" id="page_092"></a>{92}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">His dapple-grey Dobbin<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Attends to his whip,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rocks up and down<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the floor like a ship.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I went to the pond with him,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Just like the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To swim his three-decker<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That’s named after me;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His cheeks were like roses;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He knew all the rocks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He looks like a sailor<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In grey knickerbocks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, where is the keepsake<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I gave you, my prince?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I keep yours in a drawer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That smells of a quince:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So how can I lose it?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But you, giddy thing!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Keep mine in your pocket,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Mixed up with some string.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Remember the riddle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I told you last week!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And how I forgave you<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That scratch on the cheek!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_093" id="page_093"></a>{93}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You could not have helped it,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You never would strike,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Intending to do it,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The girl that you like!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You call me Miss Stupid,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You call me Miss Prue;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But how do you like me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In crimson and blue?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We go partners in findings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And money, and that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You help me in ciphering;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Look at my hat!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I love you, Prince Philibert!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who but myself?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With your foot in the stirrup,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your book on the shelf!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We call you a prince, John,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But oh, when you crack<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The nuts we go halves in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You’re my Filbert Jack!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_094" id="page_094"></a>{94}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="GOLD-BOY_AND_GREEN-GIRL" id="GOLD-BOY_AND_GREEN-GIRL"></a> -<a href="images/i094_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i094_sml.jpg" width="299" height="281" alt="Image unavailable: GOLD-BOY AND GREEN-GIRL" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">GOLD-BOY AND GREEN-GIRL</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HERE was a little jackdaw<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Lived on a vane;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He was a very black daw,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shiny in the rain.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_095" id="page_095"></a>{95}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was a boy in gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There was a girl in green;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The lad was very bold;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The maid was more serene.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was a little church;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It had a little steeple;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The jackdaw on his perch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cawed at the people.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This little golden boy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And green damosel<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Did make it their employ<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their loves for to tell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And early in the morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It came into their head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Themselves to be adorning<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And go for to be wed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The girl in green did stammer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At saying <i>I take thee</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gaffer said, and Gammer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What a pair they be!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The yellow boy was bolder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And spoke up like a king,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if he had been older—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hark, the bells ring!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_096" id="page_096"></a>{96}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In pops the jackdaw<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the belfry-door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Caw!” says the jackdaw,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“One peal more!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_097" id="page_097"></a>{97}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="AT_HARVEST-TIME" id="AT_HARVEST-TIME"></a> -<a href="images/i097_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i097_sml.jpg" width="297" height="175" alt="Image unavailable: AT HARVEST-TIME" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">AT HARVEST-TIME</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE tawny sheaves of wheat<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Are standing on their feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They cuddle together,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They huddle together,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They laugh out bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Their tassels of gold<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They toss up together;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They gossip together<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In the harvest weather;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what may the thing they are whispering be?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_098" id="page_098"></a>{98}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The trees stand waiting;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The windmills are prating<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And gesticulating—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But what is debating?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What do they wait to hear or to see?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">We shall soon know, I trust—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Whew, the wind! just<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A soft, rapid gust,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">That swirls about the dust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the serpentine green lane, and the straws upon the lea!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The light white mill divines;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I can see him making signs<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To his heavy black brother;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">They nod to each other—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hail-fellows-well-met with the Wind are we!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">And my lady in her bower,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Or her parlour, or her tower,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Says, “In about an hour<br /></span> -<span class="i4">We shall have a thunder-shower”——<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shine or storm, pretty lady, keep a kiss for me!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_099" id="page_099"></a>{99}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="SEE-SAW" id="SEE-SAW"></a> -<a href="images/i099_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i099_sml.jpg" width="296" height="129" alt="Image unavailable: SEE-SAW" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">SEE-SAW</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> SAID to the babe, out of swaddling bands,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">As it kicked up its heels, and flung out its hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blew little bubbles, and cried, and crew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You innocent dear! But I wouldn’t be you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And yet I don’t know: you have never to think;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You have only to snuggle, and sleep, and drink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, in spite of original sin, grow fat.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, really, one might do worse than that!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I said to the schoolboy, “You joyous elf!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I mean, I murmured the thing to myself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or he would have laughed—“Get out, sir, do!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I have half a mind to wish I were you!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_100" id="page_100"></a>{100}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He looked so jolly, that scaramouch did,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As gay as a Clown, as bold as the Cid;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But then I remembered task and taws—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There is always something to make one pause.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And my dot of a daughter, she says, “Papa!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish you would make me my own mamma!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She <i>is</i> so happy, she <i>is</i> so nice!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then I would give you my three white mice!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Says I, “You’re a duck, a dear, a pearl!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But really my brain was inclined to whirl;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“There is always something,” I thought; “but why?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps we shall know of it by-and-bye.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So I went to my bed, and I dreamed that night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a saint in heaven, all shining white.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Sweet, fair-eyed seraph!” said I, in sleep;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I wish I were you, in the rest you keep!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And yet at the word I thought, in bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of wife, and Walter, and Winifred;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Christmas bells my slumber broke:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“There is always something!” thought I, and woke.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_101" id="page_101"></a>{101}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="GREAT_WIDE_BEAUTIFUL_WONDERFUL_WORLD" id="GREAT_WIDE_BEAUTIFUL_WONDERFUL_WORLD"></a> -<a href="images/i101_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i101_sml.jpg" width="294" height="156" alt="Image unavailable: GREAT, WIDE, BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL WORLD" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">GREAT, WIDE, BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL WORLD</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">G</span>REAT, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">With the wonderful water round you curled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wonderful grass upon your breast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">World, you are beautifully drest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wonderful air is over me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And talks to itself on the tops of the hills.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_102" id="page_102"></a>{102}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You friendly Earth! how far do you go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With cities and gardens, and cliffs, and isles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And people upon you for thousands of miles?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ah, you are so great, and I am so small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I tremble to think of you, World, at all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet, when I said my prayers to-day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A whisper inside me seemed to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_103" id="page_103"></a>{103}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="KITTENS_AND_CHICKENS" id="KITTENS_AND_CHICKENS"></a> -<a href="images/i103_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i103_sml.jpg" width="295" height="89" alt="Image unavailable: KITTENS AND CHICKENS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">KITTENS AND CHICKENS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HAT is the Kitten,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">The one in black<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you see at the back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose heart was smitten<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(For kittens have hearts<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As well as brains<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And other parts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For pleasures and pains)—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was smitten, I say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a sunshiny day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By a callow chicken,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made a picking<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the chicken’s bones<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out there, on the stones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the great disgust<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the mother Hen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who came up then,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_104" id="page_104"></a>{104}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the feast was ended,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the undefended<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fowl just swallowed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Hen was followed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the Cock well-grown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who seemed disgusted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Hen had trusted<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chicken alone.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was on the next day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the Cat did essay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To visit the place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this disgrace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In search of a chicken<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Again for picking;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now the Cock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As firm as a rock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beholding the Kitten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rage was smitten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And stuck out his chest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And set up his crest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And crowed defiance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like an army of lions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Kitten who there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With his tail in the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saw that the hens,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three in number,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were not in slumber,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so had the sense<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_105" id="page_105"></a>{105}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">To take his departure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the arrow of an archer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swift from a bow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And left the Cock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As firm as a rock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To ruffle and crow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All under the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As we said before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With nothing to tire him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the hens to admire him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In a corner was sitting<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Another Kitten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White, not black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who heard the clack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And knowing the story<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the chicken gory,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, seeing the Cock<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Defying the other<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(It was her brother!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had trepidations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And meditations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About taking chickens,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And such, for pickings.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But cats will be cats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whole world long!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_106" id="page_106"></a>{106}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_MAKING_OF_THE_MUSIC" id="THE_MAKING_OF_THE_MUSIC"></a>THE MAKING OF THE MUSIC</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra2">“</span><span class="letra">M</span>AKE us a song, then, mother dear!<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Sweet to think of, and sweet to sing,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said the little daughter and the little son;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Their lips were gay, and their eyes were clear—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“And let the song be an easy one,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Sweet to think of, and sweet to sing.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Sweet to think of, and sweet to hear?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall I make it, children dear?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night is falling, the winds are rough;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What will you give me to make it of?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“No, mother dear, the winds are soft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sky is blue and clear aloft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And oh! we can give you things enough<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make the beautiful music of.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_107" id="page_107"></a>{107}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i107_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i107_sml.jpg" width="289" height="532" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_108" id="page_108"></a>{108}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra2">“</span><span class="letra">W</span>E will give you the morning and afternoon,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">We will give you the sun, and a white full moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall have all our prettiest toys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fields and flowers, and girls and boys.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“We will give you a bird, and a ship at sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a golden cloud, and an almond-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A picture gay, a river that runs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A chime of bells, and hot cross-buns.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“You may have roses and rubies rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And silks and satins beyond compare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sceptre and crown, a queen, a king,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And beautiful dreams, and everything!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will give you all that we think or know—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The song will be sweet if you make it so.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the mother smiled as she began<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To make the music, and sweet it ran,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And easy enough, for a strain or two;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the children said, “Mother, the song will do!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But soon the melody ran less clear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There came a pause, and a wandering tear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a thought that went back many a year;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the children fancied the music long,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And asked, “What have you put into the song<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we did not tell you, mother dear?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_109" id="page_109"></a>{109}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_RACE_OF_THE_FLOWERS" id="THE_RACE_OF_THE_FLOWERS"></a> -<a href="images/i109_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i109_sml.jpg" width="280" height="264" alt="Image unavailable: THE RACE OF THE FLOWERS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE RACE OF THE FLOWERS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE trees and the flowers seem running a race,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">But none treads down the other;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And neither thinks it his disgrace<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be later than his brother.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_110" id="page_110"></a>{110}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet the pear-tree shouts to the lilac-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Make haste, for the Spring is late!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lilac whispers to the chestnut-tree<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Because he is so great),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pray you, great sir, be quick, be quick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For down below we are blossoming thick!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the chestnut hears, and comes out in bloom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">White, or pink, to the tip-top boughs—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, why not grow higher, there’s plenty of room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You beautiful tree, with the sky for your house?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then like music they seem to burst out together,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The little and the big, with a beautiful burst;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They sweeten the wind, they paint the weather,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And no one remembers which was first:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">White rose, red rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Bud rose, shed rose,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Larkspur, and lily, and the rest,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">North, south, east, west,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">June, July, August, September!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">Ever so late in the year will come<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Many a red geranium,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And chrysanthemums up to November!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then the winter has overtaken them all,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The fogs and the rains begin to fall,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_111" id="page_111"></a>{111}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the flowers, after running their races,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are weary, and shut up their little faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And under the ground they go to sleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it very far down? Yes, ever so deep.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_112" id="page_112"></a>{112}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="POLLY" id="POLLY"></a>POLLY</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">B</span>ROWN eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Straight nose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dirt pies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rumpled clothes;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Torn books,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spoilt toys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arch looks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unlike a boy’s;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Little rages,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Obvious arts;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Three her age is,)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cakes, tarts;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Falling down<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Off chairs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Breaking crown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Down stairs;<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_113" id="page_113"></a>{113}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i113_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i113_sml.jpg" width="296" height="502" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_114" id="page_114"></a>{114}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">C</span>ATCHING flies<br /></span> -<span class="ih">On the pane;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deep sighs,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cause not plain;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bribing you<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With kisses<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a few<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Farthing blisses;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wide awake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As you hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Mercy’s sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quiet, dear!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">New shoes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">New frock;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Vague views<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of what’s o’clock<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When it’s time<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To go to bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scorn sublime<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of what is said;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Folded hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saying prayers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Understands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not, nor cares;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_115" id="page_115"></a>{115}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thinks it odd,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Smiles away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet may God<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hear her pray!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bedgown white,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kiss Dolly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good-night!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That’s Polly,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fast asleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As you see;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Heaven keep<br /></span> -<span class="i2">My girl for me!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_116" id="page_116"></a>{116}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_WINDMILL" id="THE_WINDMILL"></a> -<a href="images/i116_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i116_sml.jpg" width="227" height="313" alt="Image unavailable: THE WINDMILL" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE WINDMILL</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">N</span>OW, who will live in the windmill, who,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">With the powdery miller-man?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The miller is one, but who’ll make two,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To share his loaf and can?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_117" id="page_117"></a>{117}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O, I will live with the miller, I!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To grind the corn is grand;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The great black sails go up on high,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And come down to the land!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now who will be the miller’s bride?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The miller’s in haste to wed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A girl in her pride, with a sash at her side,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A girl with a curly head!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O, I will be the miller’s wife;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The dust is all my joy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To live in a windmill all my life<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would be a sweet employ!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then spake the goblin of the sails<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(You heard, but could not see),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The wickedest man of the hills and dales,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The miller-man is he!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“None ever dwelt in the mill before<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But died by the miller’s steel;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whiskered rats lap up their gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He grinds their bones to meal!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O gossiping goblin, my dreams will be bad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You tell such dreadful tales!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O mill, how secret you seem! how mad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">How wicked you look, black sails!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_118" id="page_118"></a>{118}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_GIRL_THAT_GARIBALDI_KISSED" id="THE_GIRL_THAT_GARIBALDI_KISSED"></a> -<a href="images/i118_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i118_sml.jpg" width="95" height="189" alt="Image unavailable: THE GIRL THAT GARIBALDI KISSED" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE GIRL THAT GARIBALDI KISSED</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">O</span>H, where’s the little maid<br /></span> -<span class="ih">That Garibaldi kissed?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She ought to be displayed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She shall be, I insist,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Command, resolve, determine,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath a tent of gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In swan’s-down and in ermine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If Christmas should be cold!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_119" id="page_119"></a>{119}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am not very rich,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But would give a golden guinea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see that little witch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That happy pick-a-ninny!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He bowed to my own daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Polly is her name;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She wore a shirt of slaughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Garibaldi flame,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Of course I mean of scarlet;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the girl he kissed—who knows?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">May be named Selina Charlotte,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And dressed in yellow clothes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I look for her in church,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I seek her in the crowd;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some bellman on a perch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ought to ask for her out loud!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I would offer a reward,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But I might get cheated then,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I cannot well afford<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To make that guinea ten.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She may live up in Lancashire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All in her yellow gown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or down in Hankypankyshire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or here in London town.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_120" id="page_120"></a>{120}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She may be on board a steamer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Upon the briny sea—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O stewardess! esteem her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For a glorious girl is she!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Perhaps at some academy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her <i>Télémaque</i> is read—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They would think it very bad of me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To turn her little head!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She may be doing fancy-work,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She may be taking tea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I wish some necromancy-work<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Would bring that girl to me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For I would dress the little girl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That Garibaldi kissed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a necklace all of precious pearl,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With a bracelet for her wrist,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With diamonds in her stomacher,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And garlands in her hair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She should sit, for folks to come at her,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All in a silver chair;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And no one would be rude<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To Garibaldi’s pet,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sight would do the people good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They never would forget!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_121" id="page_121"></a>{121}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh glorious is the girl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom such a man has kissed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The proudest duke or earl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stands lower in the list!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It would be a happy plan<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For everything that’s human,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the pet of such a man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Should grow to such a woman!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If she does as much in her way<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As he has done in his,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turns bad things topsy-turvey,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sad things into bliss,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, we shall not need a survey<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To find that little miss,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grown to a woman worthy<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of Garibaldi’s kiss!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_122" id="page_122"></a>{122}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="SEEING_GOD" id="SEEING_GOD"></a> -<a href="images/i122_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i122_sml.jpg" width="168" height="180" alt="Image unavailable: SEEING GOD" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">SEEING GOD</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span>T is dark, the night is come,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">And the world is hushed and dumb;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sleep, my darling; God is here!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Shall I see Him, mother dear?</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It is day, the sun is bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the world is laid in light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wake, my darling, God is here!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Shall I see Him, mother dear?</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_123" id="page_123"></a>{123}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not the day’s awakening light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Babe, can show thee God aright;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not the dark, that brings thee sleep,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Him can from my darling keep.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Day and night are His, to fill:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are His, to do His will;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do His will, and, never fear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Thou shalt see Him, baby dear</i>.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_124" id="page_124"></a>{124}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="FAIR_LADY_RARE_LADY" id="FAIR_LADY_RARE_LADY"></a> -<a href="images/i124_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i124_sml.jpg" width="143" height="302" alt="Image unavailable: FAIR LADY, RARE LADY" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">FAIR LADY, RARE LADY</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">F</span>AIR lady, rare lady,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Light on the lea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wandering, and pondering—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Oh, bring him to me!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_125" id="page_125"></a>{125}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Gallant knight, valiant knight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Swift on the sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sailing, prevailing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Thy shallop shall be!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ringing bells, singing bells,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Chime merrilie!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Brave knight and lady bright<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wedded shall be!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_126" id="page_126"></a>{126}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_ABSENT_BOY" id="THE_ABSENT_BOY"></a> -<a href="images/i126_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i126_sml.jpg" width="88" height="189" alt="Image unavailable: THE ABSENT BOY" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE ABSENT BOY</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> KNOW an absent-minded boy,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">To meditate is all his joy;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He seldom does the thing he ought<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because he is so rapt in thought.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At marbles he can never win;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wears his waistcoat outside in;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cannot add a sum up right;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And often he is not polite.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_127" id="page_127"></a>{127}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His mother cries, “My poor heart breaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because the child makes such mistakes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He never knows,” she says with sighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which side his bread the butter lies!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One day, absorbed in meditation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He roamed into a railway station,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And in a corner of a train<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat down, with inattentive brain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They rang the bell, the whistle blew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They shook the flags, the engine flew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all the noise did not induce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This boy to quit his mood abstruse.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when three hours were past and gone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He found himself at Something<i>ton</i>;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What is this place?” he sighed in vain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For railway men can not speak plain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he got home his parents had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To pay his fare, which was too bad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">More than two hundred miles, alas!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Absent Boy had gone first-class.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For fear he should, in absentness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forget his own name and address<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst he pursues his meditations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so be lost to his relations,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_128" id="page_128"></a>{128}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Would it be best that he should wear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A collar like our Tray? or bear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His name and home in indigo<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pricked on his shoulder, or below?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The chief objection to this plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is, that his father is a man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who often moves. If we begin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To prick the Boy’s home on his skin,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before long he will be tattooed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With indigo from head to foot:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps a label on his chest<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would meet the difficulty best.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_129" id="page_129"></a>{129}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MORNING" id="MORNING"></a> -<a href="images/i129_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i129_sml.jpg" width="275" height="232" alt="Image unavailable: MORNING" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">MORNING</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>ELCOME to the new To-day!<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Yesterday is past and gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good-bye Night and Twilight gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Earth has put the Morning on:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Morning on the high hill’s shoulder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the valley’s lap so soft,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the river running colder,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On the trees with heads aloft.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_130" id="page_130"></a>{130}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All night Baby thought of nothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sleep took care of Baby dear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Baby, too, has fine new clothing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now the sweet To-day is here.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Tell me, without many guesses,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Come! it is not much to con,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tell me what my Babe’s new dress is?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Babe has put the Morning on!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_131" id="page_131"></a>{131}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_RISING_WATCHING_MOON" id="THE_RISING_WATCHING_MOON"></a> -<a href="images/i131_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i131_sml.jpg" width="304" height="344" alt="Image unavailable: THE RISING, WATCHING MOON" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE RISING, WATCHING MOON</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">A</span>H, the moon is watching me!<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Red, and round as round can be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the house and the top of the tree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rising slowly. We shall see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Something happen very soon;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hide me from the dreadful moon!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_132" id="page_132"></a>{132}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Slowly, surely, rising higher,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soon she will be as high as the spire!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It seems as if something must happen then<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To all the world, and all the men!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, I dare not think, for I am not wise—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I must look away, I must shut my eyes!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_133" id="page_133"></a>{133}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_FLOWERS" id="THE_FLOWERS"></a> -<a href="images/i133_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i133_sml.jpg" width="303" height="245" alt="Image unavailable: THE FLOWERS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE FLOWERS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>HEN Love arose in heart and deed,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">To wake the world to greater joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What can she give me now?” said Greed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Who thought to win some costly toy.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He rose, he ran, he stooped, he clutched,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And soon the flowers, that Love let fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In Greed’s hot grasp were frayed and smutched,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And Greed said, “Flowers! can this be all?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_134" id="page_134"></a>{134}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He flung them down, and went his way,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He cared no jot for thyme or rose;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But boys and girls came out to play,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And some took these, and some took those,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Red, blue, and white, and green and gold;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And at their touch the dew returned,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the bloom a thousand fold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So red, so ripe, the roses burned.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_135" id="page_135"></a>{135}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_PENANCE_OF_THE_LITTLE_MAID" id="THE_PENANCE_OF_THE_LITTLE_MAID"></a> -<a href="images/i135_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i135_sml.jpg" width="300" height="321" alt="Image unavailable: THE PENANCE OF THE LITTLE MAID" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE PENANCE OF THE LITTLE MAID</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> MET a fair maiden, I saw her plain,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">In the five-acre when the corn was mellow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Counting her fingers again and again,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her kirtle was green, her hair was yellow,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_136" id="page_136"></a>{136}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh, what are you counting, fair maid?” said I,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Counting, I will be bound, your treasures?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh no, kind sir,” she made sad reply,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Counting, for penance, my unshared pleasures.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her head was bent low, and slowly went she;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If she goes on straight, she must come to the sea!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Blow, blow, south wind, the year’s on the turn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Creep, little blue-bell, close under the fern!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I hope that the penance the little maid is doing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will be finished before winter comes with rattle, rain, and ruin?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh yes, kind sir, my penance will be over”<br /></span> -<span class="i1">(She told me in a dream last night, I know it will come true),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Come and look for me next summer, when the bee is in the clover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I will share my pleasures then with you, you, you!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_137" id="page_137"></a>{137}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="FRODGEDOBBULUMS_FANCY" id="FRODGEDOBBULUMS_FANCY"></a> -<a href="images/i137_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i137_sml.jpg" width="187" height="309" alt="Image unavailable: FRODGEDOBBULUM’S FANCY" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">FRODGEDOBBULUM’S FANCY</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">D</span>ID you ever see Giant Frodgedobbulum,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">With his double great-toe and his double great thumb?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_138" id="page_138"></a>{138}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Did you ever hear Giant Frodgedobbulum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying <i>Fa-fe-fi</i> and <i>fo-faw-fum</i>?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He shakes the earth as he walks along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As deep as the sea, as far as Hong-kong!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He is a giant and no mistake;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With teeth like the prongs of a garden rake!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Giant Frodgedobbulum got out of bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sighing, “Heigh-ho! that I were but wed!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Giant Frodgedobbulum sat in his chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, “Why should a giant be wanting a fair?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Giant Frodgedobbulum said to his boots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“The first maid I meet I will wed, if she suits!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They were Magic Boots, and they laughed as he spoke—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh, ho,” says the giant, “you think it’s a joke?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_139" id="page_139"></a>{139}</span></p> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So he put on his boots, and came stumping down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clatter and clump, into Banbury town—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He did not fly into Banbury,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For plenty of time to walk had he!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He kicked at the gate—“Within there, ho!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Oh, what is your name?” says the porter Slow.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh, the Giant Frodgedobbulum am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a wife out of Banbury town I sigh!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up spake the porter, bold and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Your room we prefer to your company.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up spake Frodgedobbulum, free and bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I will build up your town with silver and<br /></span> -<span class="i0">gold!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Up spake Marjorie, soft and small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I will not be your wife at all!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The giant knocked in the gate with his feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And there stood Marjorie in the street!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_140" id="page_140"></a>{140}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She was nine years old, she was lissome and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she wore emeralds in her hair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She could dance like a leaf, she could sing like a thrush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was bold as the north wind, and sweet as a blush.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her father tanned, her mother span,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“But Marjorie shall marry a gentleman,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Silks and satins, I’ll lay you a crown!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So said the people in Banbury town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Such was Marjorie—and who should come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To woo her but this Frodgedobbulum,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A vulgar giant, who wore no gloves,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And very pig-headed in his loves!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They rang the alarum, and in the steeple<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They tolled the church-bells to rouse the people.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But all the people in Banbury town<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could not put Frodgedobbulum down.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_141" id="page_141"></a>{141}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tanner thought to stab him dead—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Somebody pricked me?” the giant said.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The mother wept—“I do not care,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said F.—“Why should I be wanting a fair?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He snatched up Marjorie, stroked his boot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fled; with Banbury in pursuit!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“What ho, my boots! put forth your power!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carry me sixty miles an hour!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In ditches and dykes, over stocks and stones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Banbury people fell, with groans.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Frodgedobbulum passed over river and tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gallopy-gallop, with Marjorie;—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The people beneath her Marjorie sees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the size of mites in an Oxford cheese!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Castle Frodgedobbulum sulked between<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two bleak hills, in a deep ravine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was always dark there, and always drear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The same time of day and the same time of year,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_142" id="page_142"></a>{142}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The walls of the castle were slimy and black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were dragons in front, and toads at the back.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Spiders there were, and of vampires lots;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ravens croaked round the chimney-pots.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seven bull-dogs barked in the hall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven wild cats did caterwaul!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The giant said, with a smirk on his face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My Marjorie, this is a pretty place;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As Mrs. F. you will lead, with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A happier life than in Banbury!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Pour out my wine, and comb my hair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And put me to sleep in my easy chair;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But, first, my boots I will kick away”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Marjorie answered, “<i>S’il vous plait!</i>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then the giant mused, “It befits my station<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To marry a lady of education;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But who would have thought this Banbury wench<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was so accomplished, and could speak French?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_143" id="page_143"></a>{143}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Did you ever hear Frodgedobbulum snore?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shook the castle from roof to floor!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fast asleep as a pig was he—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And very much like one!” thought Marjorie.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Marjorie stood on a leathern chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And opened the window to the air.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bats flap, the owls hoot—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marjorie lifted the giant’s boot!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ravens shriek, the owls hoot—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marjorie got into the giant’s boot!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Marjorie said, “I can reach the moon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Before you waken, you big buffoon!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Once, twice, three times, and away,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Which is the road to Banbury, pray?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Boot made answer, “Hah, hah! hoh, hoh!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The road to Banbury town I know.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_144" id="page_144"></a>{144}</span></p> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The giant awoke in his easy chair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, “Ho, little Marjorie, are you there?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A stoup of wine, to be spiced the same!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Exquisite Marjorie, <i>je vous aime</i>!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now where was Marjorie? Safe and sound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the Magic Boot she cleared the ground.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Frodgedobbulum groaned—“I am bereft!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The left boot’s gone, and the right is left!—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The window’s open! I’ll bet a crown<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chit is off to Banbury town!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But follow, follow, my faithful Boot!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One is enough for the pursuit;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And back to my arms the wench shall come<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As sure as my name’s Frodgedobbulum!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hasty Frodgedobbulum, being a fool,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forgot of the Magic Boots the rule.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_145" id="page_145"></a>{145}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They were made on a right and a left boot-tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he put the wrong leg in the boot, you see!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was a terrible mistake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For even a giant in love to make—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Terrible in its consequences,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frightful to any man’s seven senses!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Down came a thunderbolt, rumble and glare!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frodgedobbulum Castle blew up in the air!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The giant, deprived of self-control,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was carried away to the very North Pole;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For such was the magic rule. Poor F.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now sits on the peak of the Arctic cliff!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The point is so sharp it makes him shrink;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The northern streamers, they make him blink;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">One boot on, and one boot off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shivers and shakes, and thinks, with a cough,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Safe in Banbury Marjorie dwells;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Marjorie will marry some one else!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_146" id="page_146"></a>{146}</span></p> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And so Frodgedobbulum, the giant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sits on the North Pole incompliant.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He blinks at the snow with its weary white;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He blinks at the spears of the northern light;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kicks out with one boot; says, “Fi-fo-fum!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am the Giant Frodgedobbulum!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But who cares whether he is or not,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Living in such an inclement spot?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Banbury town is the place for me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a kiss from merry Marjorie,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With the clerk in the vestry to see all fair—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she wears orange-flowers in her hair!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She can dance like a leaf, she can sing like a thrush,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is bold as the north wind, and sweet as a blush;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her father he tans, her mother she spins;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frodgedobbulum sits on the Pole for his sins;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_147" id="page_147"></a>{147}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But here comes Marjorie, white as milk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rose on her bosom as soft as silk,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On her finger a gay gold ring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bridegroom holds up his head like a king!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Marjorie has married a gentleman;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who knows when the wedding began?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_148" id="page_148"></a>{148}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_GUINEA-PIG" id="THE_GUINEA-PIG"></a> -<a href="images/i148_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i148_sml.jpg" width="298" height="168" alt="Image unavailable: THE GUINEA-PIG" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE GUINEA-PIG</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra2">“</span><span class="letra">O</span>H, I never would be a guinea-pig, never!<br /></span> -<span class="ih">They have so little brains!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guinea-pig sprang, and—wasn’t it clever?—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He hid in the raspberry canes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They scratched their fingers, they taxed their wits,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To get the guinea-pig out;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They nearly laughed themselves to fits<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see him run about.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_149" id="page_149"></a>{149}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The old and the young, the patient, the bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Were in that companie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the guinea-pig baffled the young and the old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And merrily scampered he.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You thought you had him, but oh, mistake!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You grappled a lump of mould—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The guinea-pig stuck to the raspberry brake<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As hath before been told.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh, make me into a guinea-pig, make,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And never mind what I said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For then I can hide in the raspberry brake,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When it’s time to go to bed.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_150" id="page_150"></a>{150}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LITTLE_BOY_BLUE" id="LITTLE_BOY_BLUE"></a> -<a href="images/i150_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i150_sml.jpg" width="294" height="173" alt="Image unavailable: LITTLE BOY BLUE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">LITTLE BOY BLUE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">A</span>LL in the morning early,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">The Little Boy in Blue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The grass with rain is pearly)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Has thought of something new.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He saddled dear old Dobbin;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He had but half-a-crown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And jogging, cantering, bobbing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He came to London town.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_151" id="page_151"></a>{151}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sheep were in the meadows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The cows were in the corn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath the city shadows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At last he stood forlorn.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He stood beneath Bow steeple,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That is in London town;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tried to count the people<br /></span> -<span class="i1">As they went up and down.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, there was not a daisy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And not a buttercup;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The air was thick and hazy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The Blue Boy gave it up.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The houses, next, in London,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He thought that he would count;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still the sum was undone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So great was the amount.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He could not think of robbing,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He had but half-a-crown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so he mounted Dobbin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rode back from the town.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The sheep were in the meadows,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The cows were in the corn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Amid the evening shadows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He stood where he was born.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_152" id="page_152"></a>{152}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MISS_HOOPER" id="MISS_HOOPER"></a> -<a href="images/i152_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i152_sml.jpg" width="182" height="310" alt="Image unavailable: MISS HOOPER" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">MISS HOOPER</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">M</span>ISS Hooper was a little girl,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Whose head was always in a whirl;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she had hoop upon the head—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My precious, precious hoop!” she said.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_153" id="page_153"></a>{153}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Trundling a hoop was her delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From breakfast time to nearly night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She loved it so! and, truth to tell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last she drove her hoop too well.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That hoop began to go one day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As if it never meant to stay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of course the girl would not give in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But followed it through thick and thin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The King and Queen came out to see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What sort of hoop this hoop might be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My Lady said, “I think, my Lord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hoop goes of its own accord.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This vexed the little girl, and so<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She gave the hoop another blow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And off it went—oh, just like mad—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She ran with all the strength she had.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her hat-strings slipped, her hat hung back,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And soon she felt her waistband crack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her dear long hair flew out behind her,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her parents sent forth scouts to find her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The King leapt on his swiftest horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And followed her with all his force;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her father cried, “A thousand pound<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To get my girl back safe and sound!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_154" id="page_154"></a>{154}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i154_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i154_sml.jpg" width="304" height="192" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">S</span>OME people came and made a dash<br /></span> -<span class="ih">To pull her backward by the sash,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all in vain—she did not stop—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At last she fainted, with a flop.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When she came to she sighed, with pain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I’ll never touch a hoop again!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it not sad, when girls and boys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Go to excess like this with toys?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As for the hoop, the people say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It kept on going night and day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turning the corners, quite correct,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A thing which you would not expect.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_155" id="page_155"></a>{155}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And so it lived, a hoop at large,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which no one dared to take in charge;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of course it thinned, but kept its shape,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A sort of hoop of wooden tape.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It thinned till people took a glass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To see the ghostly circle pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And only stopped—the facts are so—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When there was nothing left to go.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_156" id="page_156"></a>{156}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_SHOOTING_SONG" id="A_SHOOTING_SONG"></a> -<a href="images/i156_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i156_sml.jpg" width="288" height="188" alt="Image unavailable: A SHOOTING SONG" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">A SHOOTING SONG</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>O shoot, to shoot, would be my delight,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">To shoot the cats that howl in the night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shoot the lion, the wolf, the bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shoot the mad dogs out in the square.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I learnt to shoot with a pop-gun good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made out of a branch of elder-wood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was round, and long, full half a yard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The plug was strong, the pellets were hard.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_157" id="page_157"></a>{157}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I should like to shoot with a bow of yew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the English at Agincourt used to do;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The strings of a thousand bows went twang!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a thousand arrows whizzed and sang!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On Hounslow Heath I should like to ride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a great horse-pistol at my side:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is dark—hark! A robber, I know!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Click! crick-crack! and away we go!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I will shoot with a double-barrelled gun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two bullets are better than only one;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will shoot some rooks to put in a pie;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will shoot an eagle up in the sky.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I once shot a bandit in a dream,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a mountain-pass I heard a scream;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I rescued the lady and set her free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Do not fear, madam, lean on me!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With a boomerang I could not aim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A poison blow-pipe would be the same;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A double-barrelled is my desire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Get out of the way—one, two, three, fire!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_158" id="page_158"></a>{158}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_FISHING_SONG" id="A_FISHING_SONG"></a> -<a href="images/i158_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i158_sml.jpg" width="303" height="273" alt="Image unavailable: A FISHING SONG" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">A FISHING SONG</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HERE was a boy whose name was Phinn,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">And he was fond of fishing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His father could not keep him in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor all his mother’s wishing.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_159" id="page_159"></a>{159}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His life’s ambition was to land<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A fish of several pound weight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chief thing he could understand<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was hooks, or worms for ground-bait.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The worms crept out, the worms crept in,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From every crack and pocket;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He had a worm-box made of tin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With proper worms to stock it.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i159_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i159_sml.jpg" width="295" height="123" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">H</span>E gave his mind to breeding worms<br /></span> -<span class="ih">As much as he was able;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His sister spoke in angry terms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see them on the table.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You found one walking up the stairs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You found one in a bonnet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or, in the bed-room, unawares,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You set your foot upon it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_160" id="page_160"></a>{160}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Worms, worms, worms for bait!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Roach, and dace, and gudgeon!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With rod and line to Twickenham Ait<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To-morrow he is trudging!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O worms and fishes day and night!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such was his sole ambition;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m glad to think you are not quite<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So very fond of fishing!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_161" id="page_161"></a>{161}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="SHOCKHEADED_CICELY_AND_THE_TWO_BEARS" id="SHOCKHEADED_CICELY_AND_THE_TWO_BEARS"></a> -<a href="images/i161_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i161_sml.jpg" width="147" height="323" alt="Image unavailable: SHOCKHEADED CICELY AND THE TWO BEARS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">SHOCKHEADED CICELY AND THE TWO BEARS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra2">“</span><span class="letra">O</span> YES! O yes! O yes! ding dong!”<br /></span> -<span class="ih">The bellman’s voice is loud and strong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So is his bell: “O yes! ding dong!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_162" id="page_162"></a>{162}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He wears a red coat with golden lace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">See how the people of the place<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Come running to hear what the bellman says!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O yes! Sir Nicholas Hildebrand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Has just returned from the Holy Land,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And freely offers his heart and hand—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">O yes! O yes! O yes! ding dong!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the women hurry along,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Maids and widows, a chattering throng.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O sir, you are hard to understand!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To whom does he offer his heart and hand?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Explain your meaning, we do command!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O yes! ding dong! you shall understand!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O yes! Sir Nicholas Hildebrand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Invites the ladies of this land<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To feast with him in his castle strong<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This very day at three. Ding dong!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O yes! O yes! O yes! ding dong!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then all the women went off to dress,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mary, Margaret, Bridget, Bess,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Patty, and more than I can guess.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_163" id="page_163"></a>{163}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They powdered their hair with golden dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bought new ribbons—they said they must—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But none of them painted, we will trust.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long before the time arrives,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the women that could be wives<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are dressed within an inch of their lives.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Meanwhile, Sir Nicholas Hildebrand<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had brought with him from the Holy Land<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A couple of bears—oh, that was grand!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He tamed the bears, and they loved him true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever he told them they would do—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hark! ’tis the town clock striking two!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Among the maidens of low degree<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The poorest of all was Cicely—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A shabbier girl could hardly be.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“O I should like to see the feast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my frock is old, my shoes are pieced,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My hair is rough!”—(it never was greased).<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_164" id="page_164"></a>{164}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The clock struck three! She durst not go!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But she heard the band, and to see the show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Crept after the people that went in a row.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Cicely came to the castle gate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The porter exclaimed, “Miss Shaggypate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hall is full, and you come too late!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just then the music made a din,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flute, and cymbal, and culverin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Cicely, with a squeeze, got in!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh what a sight! full fifty score<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of dames that Cicely knew, and more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Filling the hall from daïs to door!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dresses were like a garden-bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Green and gold, and blue and red,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor Cicely thought of her tossy head!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She heard the singing—she heard the clatter—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clang of flagon, and clink of platter—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, oh, the feast was no such matter!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For she saw Sir Nicholas himself,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Raised on a daïs just like a shelf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fell in love with him—shabby elf!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_165" id="page_165"></a>{165}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her heart beat quick; aside she stept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Under the tapestry she crept,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Touzling her tossy hair, and wept!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her cheeks were wet, her eyes were red—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Who makes that noise?” the ladies said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Turn out that girl with the shaggy head!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just then there was heard a double roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That shook the place, both wall and floor:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Everybody looked to the door.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was a roar, it was a growl;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ladies set up a little howl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And flapped and clucked like frightened fowl.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sir Hildebrand for silence begs—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In walk the bears on their hinder legs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wise as owls, and merry as grigs!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The dark girls tore their hair of sable;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fair girls hid underneath the table;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some fainted; to move they were not able.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_166" id="page_166"></a>{166}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But most of them could scream and screech—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sir Nicholas Hildebrand made a speech—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Order! ladies, I do beseech!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bears looked hard at Cicely<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because her hair hung wild and free—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Related to us, miss, you must be!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Cicely, filling two plates of gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As full of cherries as they could hold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walked up to the bears, and spoke out bold:—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Welcome to you! and to <i>you</i>, Mr. Bear!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you take a chair? will <i>you</i> take a chair?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This is an honour, we do declare!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sir Hildebrand strode up to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, “Who may this maiden be?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ladies, this is the wife for me!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Almost before they could understand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He took up Cicely by the hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And danced with her a saraband.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her hair was as rough as a parlour broom,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It swung, it swirled all round the room—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those ladies were vexed, we may presume.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_167" id="page_167"></a>{167}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sir Nicholas kissed her on the face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And set her beside him on the daïs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made her the lady of the place.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The nuptials soon they did prepare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a silver comb for Cicely’s hair:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were bands of music everywhere.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in that beautiful bridal show<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both the bears were seen to go<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Upon their hind legs to and fro!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now every year on the wedding-day<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The boys and girls come out to play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And scramble for cherries as they may,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With a cheer for this and the other bear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a cheer for Sir Nicholas, free and fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a cheer for Cis of the tossy hair—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With one cheer more (if you will wait)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For every girl with a curly pate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who keeps her hair in a proper state.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sing bear’s grease! curling-irons to sell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing combs and brushes! sing tortoise-shell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O yes! ding dong! the crier, the bell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">—Isn’t this a pretty tale to tell?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_168" id="page_168"></a>{168}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MOTHERS_JOY" id="MOTHERS_JOY"></a> -<a href="images/i168_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i168_sml.jpg" width="295" height="381" alt="Image unavailable: MOTHER’S JOY" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">MOTHER’S JOY</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">B</span>ABY boy was Mother’s joy,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">And Mother nursed him sweetly;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Baby’s skin was pink and thin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And mother dressed him neatly.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_169" id="page_169"></a>{169}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Baby boy was Mother’s joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But sometimes cried a-plenty;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother mild said, “Oh, my child!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And gave him kisses twenty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Baby boy was Mother’s joy,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wide awake or sleeping;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mother said, “God overhead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Have thee in His keeping!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_170" id="page_170"></a>{170}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_BABY" id="THE_BABY"></a> -<a href="images/i170_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i170_sml.jpg" width="307" height="187" alt="Image unavailable: THE BABY" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE BABY</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>HO can tell what Baby thinks?<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>I can, I!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who knows what she means when she crows or blinks?<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>I do, I!</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_171" id="page_171"></a>{171}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She thinks that a picture is good to eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>She does, she!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She thinks she should love to swallow her feet.<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Hah, hah, he!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She thinks when I touch the piano-keys,<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>La, si, do!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">That <i>I</i> make the noise, as I do when I sneeze.<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Hah, hah, hoh!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When I put her fat hand on the key-board shelf,<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Do, re, mi!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She fancies she makes the noise herself.<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>She, sir, she!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She thinks she could swallow the lamp entire.<br /></span> -<span class="i10"><i>Flame, flame, flame!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">She thinks she should like to cuddle the fire.<br /></span> -<span class="i10">(<i>Same, same, same!</i>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wished her a pair of leather shoes—<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>I did, did!</i><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing like leather—and riper views.<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Kid, kid, kid!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But whether the wit or the leather comes first,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">(<i>Post, hoc, hoc!</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One thing I know—she <i>will</i> be nursed.<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Rock, rock, rock!</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_172" id="page_172"></a>{172}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And Baby’s mamma is a beautiful nurse,<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Joy, joy, joy</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She might go farther and fare much worse,<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>With a boy, boy, boy</i>!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For though I have studied her wits and ways,<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Bye-bye-bye</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I couldn’t take charge of her, nights and days.<br /></span> -<span class="i12"><i>Cry, cry, cry</i>!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_173" id="page_173"></a>{173}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="WHAT_WILL_AUNTIE_SEND" id="WHAT_WILL_AUNTIE_SEND"></a> -<a href="images/i173_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i173_sml.jpg" width="127" height="227" alt="Image unavailable: WHAT WILL AUNTIE SEND?" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">WHAT WILL AUNTIE SEND?</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">O</span>H, do you know Aunt Mary Ann,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">The dearest Aunt since time began,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aunt Kate, Aunt Jane, Aunt Edith Ellen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Aunt—oh, but never mind the spelling!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_174" id="page_174"></a>{174}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She lives up North, she lives down South,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sweet are the kisses of her mouth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She lives out East, she lives out West,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bona puella Auntie est!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Always about the time of year<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Christmas Day is drawing near,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Auntie goes in for treats and toys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And things, you know, for girls and boys.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then, with a smile upon her lips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sits and thinks of tops and tips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And takes her pen and writes to us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My sister Fan, and me—that’s ’Gus.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She walks Cheapside, she walks the Strand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Paul’s Churchyard, with purse in hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She looks at dolls, she looks at drums,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And boxes full of bloomy plums.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She goes and finds out picture books,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And jewellery hung on hooks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She knows the games we like to play;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She buys things, all to give away!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The loveliest things in every part<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She goes and gets them all by heart,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then sits down, with time to think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And writes to us with pen and ink.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_175" id="page_175"></a>{175}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I know her thoughts,—she thinks of us,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She thinks, “What would be nice for ’Gus?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She dips in Santa Klaus’s pouch:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What shall I send that scaramouch?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She keeps it dark, but writes to say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will be here for Christmas Day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I know that Aunt will come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Quam felix puer ego sum!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_176" id="page_176"></a>{176}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LORDS-AND-LADIES" id="LORDS-AND-LADIES"></a> -<a href="images/i176_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i176_sml.jpg" width="306" height="253" alt="Image unavailable: LORDS-AND-LADIES" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">LORDS-AND-LADIES</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">L</span>ORDS-and-ladies, red and white,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">By the river growing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red-and-white is my delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the stream is flowing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I will be a lord to-day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Round the world is going),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you be a lady gay?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Roses, roses blowing).<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_177" id="page_177"></a>{177}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I will be your lady fair,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If you will show duty:”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will love beyond compare,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You shall be my beauty.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lords-and-ladies, red and white,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By the river growing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Red-and-white is my delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the stream is flowing.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_178" id="page_178"></a>{178}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_DOG_AND_THE_PATCH_OF_MOONSHINE" id="THE_DOG_AND_THE_PATCH_OF_MOONSHINE"></a> -<a href="images/i178_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i178_sml.jpg" width="279" height="190" alt="Image unavailable: THE DOG AND THE PATCH OF MOONSHINE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE DOG AND THE PATCH OF MOONSHINE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">A</span> HARVEST moon! Was ever seen<br /></span> -<span class="ih">A harvest moon so bright?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The crowded ivy, darkly green,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was touched with primrose white.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The quiet skies uncovered lay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, far as you could see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The night was like a ghostly day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On road, and field, and tree.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_179" id="page_179"></a>{179}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Silence and light! Will nothing speak<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the light and silence wide?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O lady moon, your other cheek<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Why do you always hide?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sweet on the air was the jessamine,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As I stood at my gate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet I shuddered, and thought, “I will go in,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The silence is too great!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I looked to where the hill-tops showed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Behind the poplars green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When there came trotting down the road<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A dog—the dog was lean;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And you could tell, as he came by,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He had no friend on earth,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nobody in whose partial eye<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He was of any worth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His tail hung down; his matted hair<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Was like a worn-out thatch;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This dog came trotting up to where<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The moonlight made a patch,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Falling between two poplar-trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And there the dog turned round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Round, and round, by slow degrees—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Then crouched upon the ground.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_180" id="page_180"></a>{180}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I brought forth some broken food,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And cried, “Old dog, get up!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That patch of moonlight may be good,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But on it you cannot sup.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He came away—came many a pace,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And took what I bestowed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then, being refreshed, snuffed all the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And up and down the road.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I showed him where the thick grass grew<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against a sheltering wall;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I said, “Here is a bed for you,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With half-a-house and all.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But two hours after—I kept watch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From my bedroom window-pane—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw that on that moony patch<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He had lain down again!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And in the morning he was gone.—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What charm was it he found<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In sleeping where the moonlight shone<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In a patch upon the ground?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He might have slept where he had his bone,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the moon shone all around!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_181" id="page_181"></a>{181}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I am a superstitious man,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And it is my delight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To think there was a magic plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A meaning, in that night!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That magic dog that lay i’ the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He will come back to me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A fairy princess bright and boon,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whom I that night set free!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was a mystery in the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in the primrose light;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silence seemed to say, “Prepare!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">It shall be done to-night!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And could that mystery only mean<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A dog that was not fat?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw a glint of elfin green<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the moonshine where he sat—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I heard the midnight clocks all round,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In distant falls and swells—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard a little silver sound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The clink of elfin bells—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But will my princess be unbound,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If anybody tells?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_182" id="page_182"></a>{182}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="AUTUMN_SONG" id="AUTUMN_SONG"></a> -<a href="images/i182_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i182_sml.jpg" width="235" height="274" alt="Image unavailable: AUTUMN SONG" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">AUTUMN SONG</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE ash-berry clusters are darkly red;<br /></span> -<span class="ih">The leaves of the limes are almost shed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The passion-flower hangs out her yellow fruit;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sycamore puts on her brownest suit.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_183" id="page_183"></a>{183}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">After a silence, the wind complains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like a creature longing to burst its chains;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The swallows are gone, I saw them gather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I heard them murmuring of the weather.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The clouds move fast, the south is blowing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sun is slanting, the year is going;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O I love to walk where the leaves lie dead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hear them rustle beneath my tread!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_184" id="page_184"></a>{184}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_DRUMMER-BOY_AND_THE_SHEPHERDESS" id="THE_DRUMMER-BOY_AND_THE_SHEPHERDESS"></a> -<a href="images/i184_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i184_sml.jpg" width="137" height="273" alt="Image unavailable: THE DRUMMER-BOY AND THE SHEPHERDESS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE DRUMMER-BOY AND THE SHEPHERDESS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">D</span>RUMMER-boy, drummer-boy, where is your drum?<br /></span> -<span class="ih">And why do you weep, sitting here on your thumb?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soldiers are out, and the fifes we can hear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But where is the drum of the young grenadier?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_185" id="page_185"></a>{185}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My dear little drum it was stolen away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst I was asleep on a sunshiny day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was all through the drone of a big bumble-bee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sheep and a shepherdess under a tree.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Shepherdess, shepherdess, where is your crook?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And why is your little lamb over the brook?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It bleats for its dam, and dog Tray is not by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So why do you stand with a tear in your eye?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“My dear little crook it was stolen away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whilst I dreamt a dream on a morning in May;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was all through the drone of a big bumble-bee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a drum and a drummer-boy under a tree.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_186" id="page_186"></a>{186}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LULLABY" id="LULLABY"></a> -<a href="images/i186_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i186_sml.jpg" width="175" height="315" alt="Image unavailable: LULLABY" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">LULLABY</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE wind whistled loud at the window-pane—<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Go away, wind, and let me sleep!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ruffle the green grass billowy plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ruffle the billowy deep!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hush-a-bye, hush! the wind is fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind cannot ruffle the soft smooth bed,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hush thee, darling, sleep!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_187" id="page_187"></a>{187}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ivy tapped at the window-pane,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Silence, ivy! and let me sleep!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why do you patter like drops of rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And then play creepity-creep?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hush-a-bye, hush! the leaves shall lie still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The moon is walking over the hill,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hush thee, darling, sleep!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A dream-show rode in on a moonbeam white,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Go away, dreams, and let me sleep!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The show may be gay and golden bright,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But I do not care to peep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Hush-a-bye, hush! the dream is fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A shining angel guards the bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hush thee, darling, sleep!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_188" id="page_188"></a>{188}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="CLEAN_CLARA" id="CLEAN_CLARA"></a> -<a href="images/i188_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i188_sml.jpg" width="268" height="332" alt="Image unavailable: CLEAN CLARA" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">CLEAN CLARA</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>HAT! not know our Clean Clara?<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Why, the hot folks in Sahara,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the cold Esquimaux,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our little Clara know!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clean Clara, the Poet sings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cleaned a hundred thousand things!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_189" id="page_189"></a>{189}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the keys of the harpsichord,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the hilt of the family sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned my lady, she cleaned my lord;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the pictures in their frames,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knights with daggers, and stomachered dames—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cecils, Godfreys, Montforts, Græmes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Winifreds—all those nice old names!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the works of the eight-day clock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the spring of a secret lock,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the mirror, she cleaned the cupboard;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the books she India-rubbered!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the Dutch-tiles in the place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned some very old-fashioned lace;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Countess of Miniver came to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Pray, my dear, will you clean my fur?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All her cleanings are admirable;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To count your teeth you will be able,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you look in the walnut table!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the tent-stitch and the sampler;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the tapestry, which was ampler;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Joseph going down into the pit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the Shunammite woman with the boy in a fit;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_190" id="page_190"></a>{190}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">You saw the reapers, <i>not</i> in the distance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Elisha coming to the child’s assistance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the house on the wall that was built for the prophet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chair, the bed, and the bolster of it;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The eyebrows all had a twirl reflective,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Just like an eel; to spare invective,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There was plenty of colour, but no perspective.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">However, Clara cleaned it all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a curious lamp, that hangs in the hall!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the drops of the chandeliers,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Madame in mittens was moved to tears!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the cage of the cockatoo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The oldest bird that ever grew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should say a thousand years old would do—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’m sure he looked it; but nobody knew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the china, she cleaned the delf,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cleaned the baby, she cleaned herself!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">To-morrow morning she means to try<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To clean the cobwebs from the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some people say the girl will rue it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But my belief is she will do it.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So I’ve made up my mind to be there to see:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s a beautiful place in the walnut-tree;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bough is as firm as the solid rock;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She brings out her broom at six o’clock.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_191" id="page_191"></a>{191}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_LAVENDER_BEDS" id="THE_LAVENDER_BEDS"></a> -<a href="images/i191_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i191_sml.jpg" width="232" height="286" alt="Image unavailable: THE LAVENDER BEDS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE LAVENDER BEDS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HE garden was pleasant with old-fashioned flowers,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">The sunflowers and hollyhocks stood up like towers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were dark turncap lilies and jessamine rare,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And sweet thyme and marjoram scented the air.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_192" id="page_192"></a>{192}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The moon made the sun-dial tell the time wrong;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas too late in the year for the nightingale’s song;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The box-trees were clipped, and the alleys were straight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till you came to the shrubbery hard by the gate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fairies stepped out of the lavender beds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With mob-caps, or wigs, on their quaint little heads;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My lord had a sword and my lady a fan;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The music struck up and the dancing began.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I watched them go through with a grave minuet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherever they footed the dew was not wet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bowed and they curtsied, the brave and the fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And laughter like chirping of crickets was there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then all on a sudden a church clock struck loud:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A flutter, a shiver, was seen in the crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cock crew, the wind woke, the trees tossed their heads,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fairy folk hid in the lavender beds.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_193" id="page_193"></a>{193}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Little_Ditties1" id="Little_Ditties1"></a> -<a href="images/i193_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i193_sml.jpg" width="201" height="383" alt="Image unavailable: Little Ditties." /></a> -</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_194" id="page_194"></a>{194}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_195" id="page_195"></a>{195}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LITTLE_DITTIES2" id="LITTLE_DITTIES2"></a>LITTLE DITTIES</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">W</span>INIFRED waters sat and sighed<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Under a weeping willow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When she went to bed she cried,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wetting all the pillow;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Kept on crying night and day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till her friends lost patience;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What shall we do to stop her, pray?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So said her relations.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Send her to the sandy plains,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In the zone called torrid:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Send her where it never rains,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the heat is horrid!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_196" id="page_196"></a>{196}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i196_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i196_sml.jpg" width="291" height="524" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_197" id="page_197"></a>{197}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">M</span>IND that she has only flour<br /></span> -<span class="ih">For her daily feeding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let her have a page an hour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the driest reading,—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Navigation, logarithm,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All that kind of knowledge,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ancient pedigrees go with ’em,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the Heralds’ College.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When the poor girl has endured<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Six months of this drying,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Winifred will come back cured,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Let us hope, of crying.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then she will not day by day<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Make those mournful faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we shall not have to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Wring her pillow-cases.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_198" id="page_198"></a>{198}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i198_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i198_sml.jpg" width="292" height="190" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> was a Little Boy, with two little eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he had a little head that was just the proper size,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And two little arms, and two little hands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On two little legs this Little Boy he stands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now, this Little Boy would now and then be cross<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because that he could only be the very thing he was;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He wanted to be this, and then he wanted to be that;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His head was full of wishes underneath his little hat!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_199" id="page_199"></a>{199}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I wish I was a drummer to beat a kettledrum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish I was a giant to say Fee-fo-fi-faw-fum;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish I was a captain to go sailing in a ship;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish I was a huntsman to crack a nice whip.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wish I was a horse to go sixty miles an hour;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish I was the man that lives up in the lighthouse tower;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish I was a sea-gull with two long wings;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish I was a traveller to see all sorts of things.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wish I was a carpenter; I wish I was a lord;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish I was a soldier, with a pistol and a sword;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish I was the man that goes up high in a balloon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I wish, I wish, I wish I could be something else, and soon!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But all the wishing in the world is not a bit of use;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Little Boy this very day he stands in his own shoes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Little Boy is still but little Master What-do-you-call,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As much as if that Little Boy had never wished at all!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_200" id="page_200"></a>{200}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He eats his bread and butter, and he likes it very much;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He grubs about, and bumps his head, and bowls his hoop, and such;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his father and his mother they say, “Thank the gracious powers,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those wishes cannot wish away that Little Boy of ours!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_201" id="page_201"></a>{201}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i201_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i201_sml.jpg" width="305" height="194" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore</span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No doubt you have heard the name before—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was a boy who never would shut a door!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The wind might whistle, the wind might roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And teeth be aching and throats be sore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But still he never would shut the door.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His father would beg, his mother implore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We really <i>do</i> wish you would shut the door!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_202" id="page_202"></a>{202}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Their hands they wrung, their hair they tore;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was deaf as the buoy out at the Nore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When he walked forth the folks would roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why don’t you think to shut the door?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They rigged out a Shutter with sail and oar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And threatened to pack off Gustavus Gore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a voyage of penance to Singapore.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he begged for mercy, and said, “No more!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pray do not send me to Singapore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On a Shutter, and then I will shut the door!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“You will?” said his parents; “then keep on shore!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But mind you do! For the plague is sore<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of a fellow that never will shut the door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_203" id="page_203"></a>{203}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i203_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i203_sml.jpg" width="258" height="320" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Timothy Tight</span>, Timothy Tight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says he will neither have sup nor bite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nor comb to his hair, nor sleep in his bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till he has done what he thinks in his head.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_204" id="page_204"></a>{204}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What is it poor little Timothy thinks<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To do before he eats, or drinks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or combs, or sleeps? Why, Timothy Tight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinks in his head to turn black into white!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He caught a crow, and he tried with that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tried again with a great black cat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tried again with dyes and inks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He keeps on trying to do what he thinks!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He tried with lumps of coals a score,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tried with jet, and a blackamoor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tried with these till he got vext—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He means to try the Black Sea next.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_205" id="page_205"></a>{205}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i205_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i205_sml.jpg" width="284" height="133" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Baby</span>, baby, bless her;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall mammy dress her?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The summer cloud<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is not too proud<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find soft wool to dress her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The bluebell<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is a true bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will find the blue to dress her.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_206" id="page_206"></a>{206}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The cherry-tree<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is a merry tree,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will find the pink to dress her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The lily bright<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Will find the white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beautiful white to dress her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The leaves in the wood<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Are sweet and good,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And will find the green to dress her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The honeysuckle,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With buds for a buckle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will make a girdle to dress her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">The heavens hold<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Both silver and gold<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the stars, and they will dress her.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_207" id="page_207"></a>{207}</span></p> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> was a man so very tall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That when you spoke you had to bawl<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Through both your hands, put like a cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His head was such a long way up!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But there was something even sadder,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His wife had to go up a ladder<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whenever she desired a kiss—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he, alas, was proud of this!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Said he, “I am the tallest man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ever grew since time began,”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As down on a house-top he sat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Well, he <i>was</i> tall; but what of that?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_208" id="page_208"></a>{208}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i208_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i208_sml.jpg" width="298" height="522" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_209" id="page_209"></a>{209}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HIS monstrous man, as we shall see,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Was punished for his vanity:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He grew and grew,—the people placed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A telescope to see his waist!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He grew and grew—you could not see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Without a telescope his knee;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He grew till he was over-grown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And seen by over-sight alone!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_210" id="page_210"></a>{210}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i210_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i210_sml.jpg" width="300" height="151" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>LITTLE DITT</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">M</span>Y man John<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To sea is gone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All in a wicker cradle;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The cradle creaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The cradle leaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But John has got a ladle.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_211" id="page_211"></a>{211}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i211_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i211_sml.jpg" width="225" height="324" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> is a curious boy, whose name<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is Lumpy Loggerhead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His greatest joy is—oh, for shame!—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To spend his time in bed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_212" id="page_212"></a>{212}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They fit with gongs alarum clocks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That make your blood run chill;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they encourage crowing cocks<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath his window-sill.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In vain the gongs,—his eyes are shut—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In vain the cocks do crow;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Empty on him a water-butt,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he will say, “Hallo!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But only in a drowsy style,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in a second more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He sleeps—and, oh! to see him smile!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, oh! to hear him snore!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He seems to carry, all day long,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sleep in his very shape;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, though you may be brisk and strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">You often want to gape<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">When Lumpy Loggerhead comes near,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose bed is all his joy.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How glad I am he is not here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That very sleepy boy!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_213" id="page_213"></a>{213}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i213_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i213_sml.jpg" width="152" height="313" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">There</span> was a giant walked out one day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To eat whatever came in his way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This giant was greedy, this giant was grim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the people were all afraid of him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_214" id="page_214"></a>{214}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He crossed the field and came into the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a dainty damsel he there did meet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“What is your name?” says he to her,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she says, “Lucy Locket, sir.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“A very nice name is Lucy Locket,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you will just fit my waistcoat-pocket;”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So said the giant, and popped her in,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the pocket was more than up to her chin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The giant says, “Oh, this is the street;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your father and mother I mean to eat.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Lucy, she thought, “You wicked man!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then to tickle him she began.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Her hand was light, her hand was small,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He scarcely felt it at first at all;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She tickled and tickled, and by degrees<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He felt as if he should like to sneeze!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This giant could growl, and shout, and roar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he never had laughed in his life before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now he began to look less grim<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Lucy kept on tickling him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The people heard and the people saw,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“He, hee!” says the giant, “ha hah! haw haw!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, they were puzzled, but Lucy Locket<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made signs to them out of his doublet-pocket.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_215" id="page_215"></a>{215}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His mad guffaws for a mile they hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His mouth is stretched from ear to ear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thinks he, “To laugh is a pleasant plan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So now I will laugh as long as I can.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He laughed till he ached and his eyes grew dim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As Lucy kept on tickling him;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He laughed till the tears ran down his face,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he fell down, flop, in the market-place!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then out of his pocket Lucy leapt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And close behind him the people crept;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With twisted cables and iron bands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And things of that sort they tied his hands.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They tied his hands and they tied his feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They said, “Pray, what would you like to eat?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Lucy got into his pocket again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made him laugh like a thousand men!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He laughed all day, he laughed all night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He laughed when they woke in the morning light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He laughed that week and the fortnight after,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Travellers came to hear his laughter!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_216" id="page_216"></a>{216}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They let him laugh on to his heart’s content<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a show as high as the Monument;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They gave to Lucy a penny clear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For every person who came to hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So now the girl is as rich as a prince,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For he has been laughing ever since.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_217" id="page_217"></a>{217}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i217_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i217_sml.jpg" width="240" height="338" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Baby</span>, baby bowling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set the hoop a-rolling;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hoop will wait<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At the turnpike gate,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the man will take the toll in.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_218" id="page_218"></a>{218}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i218_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i218_sml.jpg" width="277" height="317" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Diddy</span> Doddy Dumpling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Muslin all a-crumpling;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cap like an arch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stiff with starch—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Diddy Doddy Dumpling!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_219" id="page_219"></a>{219}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Niddy Noddy Nursey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How shall we make <i>her</i> see?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bobs and blinks,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wobbles and winks—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Niddy Noddy Nursey!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_220" id="page_220"></a>{220}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i220_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i220_sml.jpg" width="307" height="171" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">What</span> do you think?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Why, pen and ink,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a rosewood desk, or better;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The old black hen,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">She mended the pen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the little pig wrote a letter.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_221" id="page_221"></a>{221}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i221_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i221_sml.jpg" width="289" height="218" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Johnny</span> drew a picture, but Johnny couldn’t spell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What he wrote under it I’m ashamed to tell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All in large capitals Johnny wrote PECTURE,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stuck it up upon the wall, and said that he would lecture;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What a funny lecture, though, Johnny will deliver;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While, with aches at his mistakes, all the people shiver!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_222" id="page_222"></a>{222}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i222_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i222_sml.jpg" width="294" height="224" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4"><span class="smcap">Mind</span> the cat,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Find the cat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who will be first behind the cat?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The cat’s on the mat<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In a billycock hat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that’s the way to find the cat.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_223" id="page_223"></a>{223}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i223_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i223_sml.jpg" width="305" height="109" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Large</span> eyes, little eyes, brown eyes, blue eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My doll has had an accident and wants a pair of new eyes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strong legs, long legs, one leg and two legs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My doll has had an accident and wants a pair of new legs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dribble dribble, trickle trickle, what a lot of raw dust!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dolly had an accident, and out came the sawdust!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_224" id="page_224"></a>{224}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i224_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i224_sml.jpg" width="299" height="152" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">One</span>, two, three,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put the cups for tea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two, three, one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Toast a Sally-Lunn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fanny sat down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a new gown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Emma spilt the milk<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the satin and silk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One, two, three,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Never wear silk at tea,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_225" id="page_225"></a>{225}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Two, three, one),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So said Dimity Dunn;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ever so many slices,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bread and butter, and niceys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One, two, three,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White sugar for me!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two, three, one,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now the tea’s done.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_226" id="page_226"></a>{226}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i226_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i226_sml.jpg" width="303" height="256" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Baby</span> has just been feeding;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">See, he has emptied the cup!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And now he sits a-reading,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But the book is wrong-side up;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_227" id="page_227"></a>{227}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Will he make out what the book is about<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before it is time to sup?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His fist he doubles;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He blows little bubbles;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">He splutters and stutters,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And tells you his troubles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reading the book that is wrong-side up!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_228" id="page_228"></a>{228}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i228_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i228_sml.jpg" width="299" height="206" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="smcap">Daughter</span>, daughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mind the water!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She said she never should,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So she went in<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Right up to her chin,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And did not find it good;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_229" id="page_229"></a>{229}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For the water was bitter,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And made her twitter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As nobody thought she could!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She cried in haste,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“What a nasty taste!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I wish I had understood!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, send and save her!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A beautiful flavour<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is not to be found in the flood;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And wine or tea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is the drink for me<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At a picnic in the wood!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_230" id="page_230"></a>{230}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i230_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i230_sml.jpg" width="295" height="281" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Hurly</span> Burly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Curly Wurly<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Went to the fair together;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It rained in the night<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For more delight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And it was windy weather.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_231" id="page_231"></a>{231}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hurly Burly jumped the stiles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laughed and in-and-outed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hurly Burly ran for miles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hurly Burly shouted.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Curly Wurly went off in smiles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Except just when she pouted!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Quakeress peeped from under the tiles,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Saying, “If I could smile as thou did!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hurly Buriy’s talk was mad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like Singlestick and Latin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Curly Wurly a sweet tongue had,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And she was soft as satin.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Hurly Burly and Curly Wurly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When they had their airing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came home betimes, like a poet’s rhymes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Each of them with a fairing.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For he had a monstrous popgun got,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That went with a noise like thunder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she had a beautiful true-love knot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That never would come in sunder.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_232" id="page_232"></a>{232}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i232_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i232_sml.jpg" width="161" height="310" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Nathan Nobb</span>,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Oh, what a job!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Always walked on his head;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His mother would sob<br /></span> -<span class="i4">To his brother Bob,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And his father took to his bed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_233" id="page_233"></a>{233}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">They made him a boot<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His head to suit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a horrible thing must be said,—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">His hair took root,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And began to shoot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One day, in the garden bed!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">So there he stands<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With the help of his hands<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a little support from his nose:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The gardener man,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With the watering-can,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says, “Gracious, how fast he grows!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_234" id="page_234"></a>{234}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i234_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i234_sml.jpg" width="265" height="320" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Blow</span>, blow, east wind!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What does the east wind do?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shine, shine, sunlight!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And what does the sunshine do?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_235" id="page_235"></a>{235}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sunshine clear<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goes there and here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And searches in every nook,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, while it is going,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind is blowing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Farther than you can look;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The east wind blows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sweeps, it goes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The whole world through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As the world grows green,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It sweeps it clean,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the sky is a pale, cold blue:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blow, blow, east wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Finish your blowing, do!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the west wind, dear, will soon be here,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With skies of deep, warm blue.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_236" id="page_236"></a>{236}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_237" id="page_237"></a>{237}</span> </p> - -<h2><a name="Babys_Bells1" id="Babys_Bells1"></a> -<a href="images/i237_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i237_sml.jpg" width="301" height="335" alt="Image unavailable: Baby’s Bells" /></a> -</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_238" id="page_238"></a>{238}</span> </p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_239" id="page_239"></a>{239}</span> </p> - -<h2><a name="BABYS_BELLS2" id="BABYS_BELLS2"></a> -<a href="images/i239_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i239_sml.jpg" width="302" height="192" alt="Image unavailable: BABY’S BELLS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">BABY’S BELLS</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">D</span>ING, Dong, and Dell<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Went and sat under the bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, “Bell, bell, bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What have you got to tell?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the clapper rose and fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the bell rang well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over Ding, Dong, and Dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they sat under the bell.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_240" id="page_240"></a>{240}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here is pencil, and here is pen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walk up, ladies and gentlemen!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here are their pictures, as you see,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ding, and Dong, and Dell make three,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There they are, and here are we.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">First there is Ding, a dot of a thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, not to go wrong, her brother Dong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A little older and ever so much bolder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And both of them seem ready to sing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Dell will belong and take part in the song.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now Dell—I am not so sure about Dell—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dell wears a mask, and hides till you ask,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And peeps at you from over a screen;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But if you must know the truth of it,—well!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I really am not so sure about Dell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So Ding, Dong, and Dell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went and sat under the bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Saying, “Bell, bell, bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What have you got to tell?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the clapper rose and fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the bell rang well<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over Ding, Dong, and Dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As they sat under the bell.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_241" id="page_241"></a>{241}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i241_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i241_sml.jpg" width="299" height="180" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ding</span> and Dong went out a-walking,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ding and Dong were gaily talking:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“My eyes are strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You know,” says Dong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And once on a time I saw through a wall.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And so did I,” says little Ding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I also can do a wonderful thing.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus they disputed, and by-and-bye<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Poor little Ding began to cry.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You didn’t,” says Dong; “it isn’t true——”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I did, you didn’t, no more did you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You didn’t, I did, you didn’t, pooh!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_242" id="page_242"></a>{242}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So they came squabbling to Dell, who said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“You both deserve to be put to bed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Ding saw through a wall, the wall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was made of glass, and that is all!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Dong saw through a wall, it had<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A hole in it.” Then both were glad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ding and Dong, that they thought to ask<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dell of the screen, who wore the mask;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Ding and Dong said, “Clever Dell;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who would have thought that Dell could tell?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_243" id="page_243"></a>{243}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i243_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i243_sml.jpg" width="300" height="191" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ding</span> and Dong, because they find<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dell so very clever.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Say they have made up their mind<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To go in masks for ever.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is there wisdom in a mask?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They are none the wittier yet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is there beauty? do not ask!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They are none the prettier yet!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_244" id="page_244"></a>{244}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i244_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i244_sml.jpg" width="199" height="318" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> girls and the boys<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They made such a noise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At play, that they frightened away their toys.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dolly, she fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And went to bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because she had caught such a pain in her head!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_245" id="page_245"></a>{245}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">The German bricks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The candlesticks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The elephant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the cormorant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ass and the horse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the rest in their course,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(But there was no shark,)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the Noah’s Ark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The saucers and the cups,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the little woolly pups,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(You heard them bark)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Belonging to the Ark,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were frightened, like all the rest of the toys,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hid themselves from the dreadful noise:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, if I were you, next time I played,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would not be so loud in the noise that I made!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_246" id="page_246"></a>{246}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i246_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i246_sml.jpg" width="225" height="316" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>V</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sparro</span>, sparrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Swift as an arrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What are you doing there in the sun?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A hunter am I,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the white butterfly<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am chasing to-day in the summer sun.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_247" id="page_247"></a>{247}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i247_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i247_sml.jpg" width="289" height="223" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>VI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sit</span> in the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Till the day is done,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Reading and working and making fun:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Then look at the moon,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And eat with a spoon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A basin of sop that is made from a bun.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_248" id="page_248"></a>{248}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i248_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i248_sml.jpg" width="289" height="198" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>VII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">What</span> makes the starling so merry?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The starling has had a cherry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A cherry as soft as a baby’s cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I can see the pulp hanging out of his beak.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is the lass, this is the lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That like to see the starling glad!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_249" id="page_249"></a>{249}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i249_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i249_sml.jpg" width="290" height="175" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>VIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Here</span> is a rug<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That looks very snug;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And here is a cat—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What shall we be at?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You take off your bonnet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I take off my hat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And let us sit upon it,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And talk to the cat—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not upon the hat, you know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But on the little rug—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The hat would not come pat, you know,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, oh, the rug is snug!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_250" id="page_250"></a>{250}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ding, Dong, Dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said “Bell, bell, bell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What have you got to tell?”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you hear what the bells say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Greenwich up to Chelsea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ring, ring, ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About this, and the other thing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These, and those, and that,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cat, and the rug, and the mat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Noah’s Ark and the sparrow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sop as soft as marrow!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And whether you live by Bow bells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or out in a place with no bells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And neither at Greenwich nor at Chelsea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall hear what the different bells say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Ding, Dong, and Dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who like to sit under the bell.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_251" id="page_251"></a>{251}</span></p> - -<h3>IX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Said</span> Ding, Dong, and Dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Listen to the bell!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now it was not bell, but bells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the bells that rang were many,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bells upon bells;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall have a silver penny,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or almost anything else,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you can count the bells<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That are ringing. And what for?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ding, Dong, and Dell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will explain every bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That is to say, the bells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neither less nor more<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than the meaning of the Bells.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_252" id="page_252"></a>{252}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i252_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i252_sml.jpg" width="299" height="224" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>X</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">“<span class="smcap">Who</span> are you?”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Says One to Two;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says Two to One “I’m plenty;”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Think again!”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Says little Ten,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, “Think again!” says Twenty.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_253" id="page_253"></a>{253}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i253_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i253_sml.jpg" width="197" height="312" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lily</span> white, Rose red,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Standing in the garden-bed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wind from the south, wind from the west,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Can you tell me which is best?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_254" id="page_254"></a>{254}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i254_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i254_sml.jpg" width="229" height="315" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Johnny</span> has finished his lessons,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All in good time;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then in his very resence,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bells set up a chime;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All round the school-room<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bells began to ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All round the school-room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Johnny is a king!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_255" id="page_255"></a>{255}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i255_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i255_sml.jpg" width="287" height="181" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Now</span>, then, let us tell a tale—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six travellers in a dale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Feeling weak about the knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Resting under six elm-trees;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six robbers, after them,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Draw their swords and say, “Ahem!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the travellers, who have not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Any weapons with them got,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shake and shiver in their boots,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they play upon their flutes<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then the robbers six remark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the travellers, “It is dark.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_256" id="page_256"></a>{256}</span>”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“No,” say they, “it is not quite.—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every traveller strikes a light!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will you see some conjuring tricks?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Yes,” say all the robbers six;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then six tigers and six lions<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came along and roared defiance,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the thieves and travellers too<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Could not tell what next to do:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“This,” said they, “is very sad!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then there came an earthquake bad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the air was very hot,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And it swallowed up the lot.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_257" id="page_257"></a>{257}</span></p> - -<h3>XIV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">When</span> Ding and Dong,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Had finished a song,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One day, they went to Dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And to him or her<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Said, “We should prefer<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That you should do something as well,—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Something amusing<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Of your own choosing.”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And so I will,” says Dell.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i2">There goes a bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ding, dong, dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A cracked old bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A shaky old bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A quavering old bell,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Can anybody tell<br /></span> -<span class="i2">What the cracked old bell is saying?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_258" id="page_258"></a>{258}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">“Yes, I can tell,” says Dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Without measuring or weighing,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And this is what it is saying;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ding, dong, dell!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Goes the cracked old bell;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And this is what it is saying:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“There is an old woman whose name it is Gray,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lives in an old town in an old-fashioned way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You cross an old bridge, and go up an old road,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And down an old lane, to find out her abode.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She wears an old cap that stands ever so high;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She looks through old goggles as round as the sky;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She keeps an old dog, and a very old cat;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She sits in an arm-chair much older than that.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“She crosses her old arms; she shakes her old pate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She only hears half of the tale you relate;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She puts her old ear-trumpet up, and cries ‘<i>What?</i>’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when you say ‘Freezing!’ she thinks you say ‘Hot!’<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_259" id="page_259"></a>{259}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i259_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i259_sml.jpg" width="289" height="504" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_260" id="page_260"></a>{260}</span></p> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘She thinks as she sits that she hears a bell ring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As even and slow as a rook on the wing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It booms in her old ear; she shakes her old head;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That old bell says, <i>Put out the lights and to bed!</i>”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_261" id="page_261"></a>{261}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i261_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i261_sml.jpg" width="293" height="213" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Ding</span>, dong, dell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bell, bell, bell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What have you got to tell?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is it the bells say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Greenwich up to Chelsea,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bells of wandering fancies,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Up and down<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By sea and town<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like knights in old romances?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is it that the bells say?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What is it you hear Dell say?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Explaining what the bells say?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_262" id="page_262"></a>{262}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">An August day: an August night;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">A morning in September;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A lily red; a jasmine white;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">What more do you remember?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">A harvest-moon, a hunter’s moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i6">A partridge on the moorland;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A stack of wheat; an afternoon<br /></span> -<span class="i6">In a yacht out by the Foreland.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">A foxglove faded, a brook to be waded,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Apples and pears grown redder;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the ways of the birds, which, without any words,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Say, “Come let us consider!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_263" id="page_263"></a>{263}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i263_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i263_sml.jpg" width="292" height="223" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XVI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Then</span> those bells stop,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bells of wandering fancies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Autumn and Summer chances;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_264" id="page_264"></a>{264}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">And a bell rings with a flop,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A sort of heavy drop,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A distant blunt bark,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">As if it was made in the dark,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And lived underground like a mole,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the rope was as black as a coal.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">O bell, what a comical voice!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">What a stupid sort of noise!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Do you call it ringing or drumming?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And who is it that is coming?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">It must be a bogie of some sort,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">A blunt, black, stupid, dumb sort!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Hark! what do we hear this bell say?<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And what do you hear Dell say?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">“This is the King of the Blackaways,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">And very black is he,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">So black you cannot see his face,—<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Not you! No more can we!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i8">Black, black,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Breast and back;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Teeth and eyes,<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Lips likewise;<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Just like a blot<br /></span> -<span class="i8">Tied in a knot!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And oh, the land of the Blackaways,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where this King reigns, is a very black place.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_265" id="page_265"></a>{265}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The grass is black, and so are the trees,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The chalk is black, and so are the geese;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The milk, the eggs, the flour, and the cheese;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The sheets and the shirts; for it all agrees!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Get you gone, Blackaway King, if you please!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And dine off black bread, and flesh of black geese,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the grass grows black on the Blackaway leas!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_266" id="page_266"></a>{266}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i266_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i266_sml.jpg" width="264" height="323" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XVII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">What</span> sort of bell is this?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wisdom bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a nonsense bell?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What sort of bell is this?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_267" id="page_267"></a>{267}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Bell, bell, how high do you hang?”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I said to the bell as it rang, as it rang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And “Never <i>you</i> mind!” a goblin sang,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One who did dwell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Within the bell!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wibbling-wobbling<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went the bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what had the goblin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Got to tell?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, ill said or well said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is what the bell said;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wisdom bell<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or nonsense bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This is what the bell said:<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Betsy Bounce</span>—her taste was such—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of her bonnet thought too much;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Strutting up and down she went,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(People wondered what she meant).<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In the villages and towns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Folks said, “Look how Betsy Bounce<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Takes her walks around the nation!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She thought this was admiration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh, that all the world,” says she,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Could my lovely bonnet see,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_268" id="page_268"></a>{268}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">See my bonnet, but without<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All this walking round about!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For in truth the girl got tired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Though her bonnet was admired,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of this walking round the nation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After people’s admiration.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now observe what came to pass—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">One fine day this foolish lass<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Found her bonnet growing, growing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On her head like flowers a-blowing!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Higher still, and higher piled<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Grew the bonnet on the child,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farther back and farther out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Farther down and round about!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rivers sprawling to the sea<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Both the strings appeared to be,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the bow beneath her chin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shut her up and shut her in.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Oh, how foreigners did stare<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When her bonnet filled the air,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Russian, Turk, and Mexican,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Folks in India and Japan!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_269" id="page_269"></a>{269}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Betsy Bounce has her desire:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the world can now admire!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet perhaps she will not pout<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the bonnet is worn out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But her parents, being poor,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cannot, for a time, procure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Betsy Bounce another hat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So she must keep on with that.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_270" id="page_270"></a>{270}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i270_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i270_sml.jpg" width="139" height="177" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XVIII</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">You</span> cannot count the bluebells<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That are upon the heath,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The ferns stand tall and stately,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bells hang underneath;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But I can count the tassels<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As big as flowers of clover<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That hang on baby’s curtain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The curtain that hangs over;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when I rock the cradle<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The tassels swing and swing,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And they make fairy music,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And baby hears them ring;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ding-dong in the morning,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And in the evening too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rhime, chime, in fairy time,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Baby, dear, for you!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_271" id="page_271"></a>{271}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i271_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i271_sml.jpg" width="301" height="276" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XIX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">When</span> the moon was on the wane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ding was looking through the window-pane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dong was counting drops of rain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Dell was thinking with might and main;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all of them listened to the bell again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A wisdom bell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or a nonsense bell?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_272" id="page_272"></a>{272}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the goblin said, “Let Dell explain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She knows what the bells say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Greenwich up to Chelsea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She will explain what the bells say!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_273" id="page_273"></a>{273}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i273_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i273_sml.jpg" width="238" height="299" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XX</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">O have</span> you heard of Reuben Rammer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The little fellow that <i>would</i> stammer?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He talked at such a headlong rate<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That at last he got through Stuttering Gate.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_274" id="page_274"></a>{274}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If fellows will talk madly fast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They come to Stuttering Gate at last;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some boys take warning and they pause,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not thus with Reuben Rammer ’twas.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He made a plunge, dashed past the bar.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He went on stuttering fast and far;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what was the result? Why, now<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He speaks no better than a cow!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He has been trying,—how absurd!—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For several months to speak a word;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His mouth works open like a door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His arm goes like a semaphore!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He strives to say what he desires;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His jaws jolt up like jaws on wires;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Reuben Rammer could not speak<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When last I saw him this day week!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How awkward to be driven to use<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A pencil to express your views,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Try to say, “Hallo, Johnny Brown!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And yet be forced to write it down!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_275" id="page_275"></a>{275}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i275_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i275_sml.jpg" width="296" height="202" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>XXI</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">When</span> the bell sounds<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over land and sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the wind, in its rounds,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blowing fresh and free,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Carries the ringing<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Far out of sight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There where the clinging<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sails are white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">White on the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And over the hills.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_276" id="page_276"></a>{276}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">How far does the sound<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of the sweet bell go?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the round<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the waters flow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And up to the bound<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the winds can blow.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is it lost, is it found,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is it gone, do you know?<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_277" id="page_277"></a>{277}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="Nonsense_Rhymes1" id="Nonsense_Rhymes1"></a> -<a href="images/i277_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i277_sml.jpg" width="304" height="386" alt="Image unavailable: Nonsense Rhymes" /></a> -</h2> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_278" id="page_278"></a>{278}</span></p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_279" id="page_279"></a>{279}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="NONSENSE_RHYMES2" id="NONSENSE_RHYMES2"></a> -<a href="images/i278_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i278_sml.jpg" width="276" height="207" alt="Image unavailable: NONSENSE RHYMES" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">NONSENSE RHYMES</span> -</h2> - -<h2><a name="TUESDAY" id="TUESDAY"></a>TUESDAY</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">C</span>ARRY and Kate<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Swallowed a slate:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">David and Dick<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lived in a stick:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hetty and Helen<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Said, “Oh, what a dwelling!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_280" id="page_280"></a>{280}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Patty and Prue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Took baths in a flue:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nathan and Ned<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Caught fish in their bed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nothing could hide ’em,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Dorothy fried ’em:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This was on Tuesday,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which always was news day.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_281" id="page_281"></a>{281}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="JOLLY_JACK" id="JOLLY_JACK"></a> -<a href="images/i281_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i281_sml.jpg" width="262" height="338" alt="Image unavailable: JOLLY JACK" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">JOLLY JACK</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra2">“</span><span class="letra">I</span>F black was white,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">And white was black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I would swallow a light<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And live in a sack,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And swim on a kite,”—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Says jolly Jack.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_282" id="page_282"></a>{282}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_DUCK_AND_HER_DUCKLINGS" id="THE_DUCK_AND_HER_DUCKLINGS"></a> -<a href="images/i282_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i282_sml.jpg" width="310" height="135" alt="Image unavailable: THE DUCK AND HER DUCKLINGS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE DUCK AND HER DUCKLINGS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HERE was an old duck which had three little ducks,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Three little ducklings, chuck, chuck, chucks!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She took them for a walk,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And she march’d them back,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And taught them how to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">“Quack, quack, quack!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The ducklings went behind, and the duck went before,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three ducks and one duck, that made four:<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_283" id="page_283"></a>{283}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">A duckling is a duck, if I know white from black,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But a duck is not a duckling, though,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">“Quack, quack, quack!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This duck was genteel, and she walk’d with great state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then cried, “Now, ducklings, mark my gait,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">So much, you see, depends on the style of the back;”<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And the ducklings said, “Yes, mamma,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Quack, quack, quack!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_284" id="page_284"></a>{284}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LITTLE_BEN_BUTE" id="LITTLE_BEN_BUTE"></a> -<a href="images/i284_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i284_sml.jpg" width="211" height="313" alt="Image unavailable: LITTLE BEN BUTE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">LITTLE BEN BUTE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">O</span> LITTLE Ben Bute<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Had a flute, flute, flute,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And went about the world in a knickerbocker suit;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Down, up and down,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And round about the town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He played and he played tootle-too, toot, toot!<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!</i><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_285" id="page_285"></a>{285}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">He could not play it well,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">So the notes rose and fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Tootle, tootle-too, with a twirl and a squeak;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The wind, puff, puff,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Was forty times enough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he sent into the flute from his cheek, cheek, cheek,<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!</i><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Then people to the lad<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Said, “This is very bad!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our ears they are splitting, with your toot, toot, toot;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Is there no one within reach—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">What, no one!—who will teach<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Little Bute how to play upon the flute, flute, flute?”<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><i>Tootle-too, tootle-too-ey!</i><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_286" id="page_286"></a>{286}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_DREAM_OF_A_GIRL_WHO_LIVED_AT_SEVEN-OAKS" id="THE_DREAM_OF_A_GIRL_WHO_LIVED_AT_SEVEN-OAKS"></a> -<a href="images/i286_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i286_sml.jpg" width="287" height="96" alt="Image unavailable: THE DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVEN-OAKS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE DREAM OF A GIRL WHO LIVED AT SEVEN-OAKS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">S</span>EVEN sweet singing birds up in a tree;<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Seven swift sailing-ships white upon the sea;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven gold butterflies, flitting overhead;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven red roses blowing in a garden bed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven white lilies, with honey bees inside them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven round rainbows with clouds to divide them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven pretty little girls with sugar on their lips;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven witty little boys, whom everybody tips;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven nice fathers, to call little maids joys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven nice mothers, to kiss the little boys;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Seven nights running I dreamt it all plain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With bread and jam for supper I could dream it all again!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_287" id="page_287"></a>{287}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_DREAM_OF_A_BOY_WHO_LIVED_AT_NINE-ELMS" id="THE_DREAM_OF_A_BOY_WHO_LIVED_AT_NINE-ELMS"></a> -<a href="images/i287_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i287_sml.jpg" width="281" height="215" alt="Image unavailable: THE DREAM OF A BOY WHO LIVED AT NINE-ELMS" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE DREAM OF A BOY WHO LIVED AT NINE-ELMS</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">N</span>INE grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns;<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Nine bakers’ baskets, with hot cross-buns;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine brown elephants, standing in a row;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine knickerbocker suits, with buttons all complete;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine pair of skates with straps for the feet;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_288" id="page_288"></a>{288}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine clever conjurors eating hot coals;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine sturdy mountaineers leaping on their poles;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine little drummer-boys beating on their drums;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine fat aldermen sitting on their thumbs;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine new knockers to our front door;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine new neighbours that I never saw before;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Nine times running I dreamt it all plain;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With bread and cheese for supper I could dream it all again!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_289" id="page_289"></a>{289}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="FOUR_LITTLE_HISTORIES" id="FOUR_LITTLE_HISTORIES"></a> -<a href="images/i289_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i289_sml.jpg" width="131" height="180" alt="Image unavailable: FOUR LITTLE HISTORIES" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">FOUR LITTLE HISTORIES</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HERE was an old man, and he had an old gun,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">And he went to a cake shop, and aimed at a bun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bullet it shot the old baker’s old cat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Stop thief!” says the baker, “why, what are you at?”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_290" id="page_290"></a>{290}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i290_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i290_sml.jpg" width="293" height="250" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Jack</span> and Joe were tinmen,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And oh, but they were thin men!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Bags of bones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or bags of stones,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I think they couldn’t have <i>been</i> men!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_291" id="page_291"></a>{291}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i291_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i291_sml.jpg" width="205" height="320" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Sarah</span> Page,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a rage,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drest in satin;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bertha Newry,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Learning Latin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a fury,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_292" id="page_292"></a>{292}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Drest in silk,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lapping milk—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which is best? Oh, what a bother!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neither one nor yet the other.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_293" id="page_293"></a>{293}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i293_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i293_sml.jpg" width="294" height="125" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Says</span> Aleck to Alice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I live in a palace.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says Alice to Tim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I don’t believe him.”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says Tim to his cousin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I love you three dozen;”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cousin, she wondered,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And asked for a hundred,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Instead of three dozen:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says Tim, “You are fussing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three dozen I love you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If that will not move you,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My love I will carry<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To Magsie or Mary.”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_294" id="page_294"></a>{294}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="A_BIG_NOISE" id="A_BIG_NOISE"></a> -<a href="images/i294_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i294_sml.jpg" width="292" height="50" alt="Image unavailable: A BIG NOISE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">A BIG NOISE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>WENTY whales<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Lashing their tails;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twenty guns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fired at once;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twenty cats<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Howling in flats;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twenty parrots<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Calling carrots;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Twenty apiece,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Besides, of these,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lions roaring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giants snoring,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waggons rolling,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bells tolling;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These together,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In stormy weather,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a steam hammer,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Would make a clamour.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_295" id="page_295"></a>{295}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_ALARM" id="THE_ALARM"></a> -<a href="images/i295_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i295_sml.jpg" width="309" height="169" alt="Image unavailable: THE ALARM" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE ALARM</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">A</span> GIANT at the door behind,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">For Baby? Nothing of the kind!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But even if a Giant were to come,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With an eye like an Orleans plum,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And hands like wolf’s paws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And teeth like horrible saws,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a voice like a dreadful cough,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And he carried baby off,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fed her up in a dungeon<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(To fatten her for his luncheon),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dungeon as high as the stars;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, if the dungeon had bars,<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_296" id="page_296"></a>{296}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">And was guarded by a horrid vulture,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And an eagle of savage culture;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And if from the wall of the castle<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A dragon hung like a tassel,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the castle was built among mountains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a lonely situation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the very end of creation,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With flames spouting round it like fountains—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, mother could find her way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the castle any day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And make the old dragon wriggle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And fight the vulture and the eagle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And blow up the castle—pop!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And bring baby home to her sop,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sop should have sugar extra,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because the Giant had vexed her.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_297" id="page_297"></a>{297}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="CICERO_BRICK" id="CICERO_BRICK"></a> -<a href="images/i297_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i297_sml.jpg" width="164" height="327" alt="Image unavailable: CICERO BRICK" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">CICERO BRICK</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HERE was a boy at Hampton Wick,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Whose name, as it happened, was Cicero Brick;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He fell in love in desperate fashion<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With a girl who fully returned his passion.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_298" id="page_298"></a>{298}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But she had a father who said, “No, no!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What! marry a boy named Cicero?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Never, with my consent, my dear!”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What happened next we soon shall hear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The daughter wept till the father said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Cicero Brick and you may wed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When he has spoken an oration<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To an enormous congregation!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">The</span> public felt no great surprise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Cicero Brick did advertise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A course of lectures—five or six,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O, what a notion of Cicero Brick’s!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">St. James’s Hall, in Regent Street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For these orations he said was meet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The first oration that he spoke<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Two dozen heard it—what a joke!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The next time ten, the next time four,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And then the public came no more;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But Cicero Brick—<i>this</i> who shall blame?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Spoke the oration all the same.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_299" id="page_299"></a>{299}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Read my advertisement,” quoth he,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“And tell me what you in it see<br /></span> -<span class="i0">About the oration’s being <i>heard</i>!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It says, ‘<i>delivered</i>.’ I keep my word!”<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">This</span> was so honest and well-meant,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The father well-nigh did relent;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He said, “I never saw before<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So persevering an orator!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The lover spoke, perhaps with grace,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For two hours in that empty place!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The servants at the Hall let out<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fact, and it got noised about<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At concerts, balls, and conversations,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That Cicero spoke these orations<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that huge Hall, week after week,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With no one there to hear him speak.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What was the consequence? A run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A rush, to see and hear it done;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“We really <i>must</i> hear Cicero Brick!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All London cried. The crowd was thick.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_300" id="page_300"></a>{300}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They mobbed the men who took the pay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hundreds that night were turned away;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Cicero Brick spoke this oration<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To an enormous congregation!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The father of the girl he wooed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now kept his promise, as he should;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wedding feast of Cicero Brick<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came off at once near Hampton Wick;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And all the guests gave three cheers for<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The persevering Orator.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_301" id="page_301"></a>{301}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_OBSTINATE_COW" id="THE_OBSTINATE_COW"></a> -<a href="images/i301_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i301_sml.jpg" width="296" height="138" alt="Image unavailable: THE OBSTINATE COW" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE OBSTINATE COW</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">T</span>HIS, if you please, is the Obstinate Cow,—<br /></span> -<span class="ih">It all befell I will tell you how;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And that, if you please, is the Resolute Boy,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He tugs at her tail, and he shouts, “Ahoy!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It stands to reason, if you but think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the milk of an Obstinate Cow to drink<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Must make a fellow grow obstinate—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There they are by the Manor-house gate.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_302" id="page_302"></a>{302}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He breakfasted, year after year,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On the milk of the cow that you see here;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Her name is Dapple, his name is Jim;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He pulls the cow, and the cow pulls him.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">On the gate of the Manor-house may be read<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That trespassers will be prosecuted;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The boy is right, and the cow is wrong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the cow, as it happens, is much more strong.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It <i>does</i> look awkward, and, if we attend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We soon shall see how it all will end:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Squire had a boy who was weak of bone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And very much wanting in will of his own.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Admiring the pluck of Resolute Jim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Squire comes out, and he says to him,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“How came you so plucky?” and Jim says, “How?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I lived on the milk of this Obstinate Cow!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Oh, oh!” said the Squire, exceedingly pleased,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Your father shall sell me this obstinate beast,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you shall be cowherd.” So said, so done,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The boy and his father enjoyed the fun.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_303" id="page_303"></a>{303}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Squire’s little boy, who was weak of bone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And very much wanting in will of his own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was fed on the milk of the Obstinate Cow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, oh, what a change! You should see him <i>now</i>!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">His mind is not worth a threepenny-bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis dull as a ditch and as void of wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet he makes it up, and from day to day,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“<i>Do</i> change your mind!” the people say;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But his will is so strong that the people find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They cannot induce him to change his mind!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_304" id="page_304"></a>{304}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LAVENDER_LADY" id="LAVENDER_LADY"></a> -<a href="images/i304_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i304_sml.jpg" width="161" height="331" alt="Image unavailable: LAVENDER LADY" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">LAVENDER LADY</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">L</span>IGHT Lady Lavender<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Went to wed a Scavenger,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the boys and girls in town<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laughed at Lady Lavender.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_305" id="page_305"></a>{305}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Light Lady Lavender<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hadn’t any provender,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All the boys and girls in town<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cried for Lady Lavender.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_306" id="page_306"></a>{306}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i306_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i306_sml.jpg" width="257" height="315" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Lavender</span> Lady got rich again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And lived in a palace in Lavender Lane;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Flowers and provender!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Sweet Lady Lavender<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lived in a palace in Lavender Lane!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_307" id="page_307"></a>{307}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lavender Lady is kind and gay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lavender House is not a long way;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Puddings and pies,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">And turkeys’ thighs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And peacocks’ tails, too, all over eyes!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ask for her up, ask for her down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ever you go to London Town:<br /></span> -<span class="i4">In all the nation<br /></span> -<span class="i4">There’s no relation<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So kind as she is in London town!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_308" id="page_308"></a>{308}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i308_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i308_sml.jpg" width="288" height="320" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“<span class="smcap">When</span> you saw the New Moon pass”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Loud laughed the Scavenger),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Did you look at her through glass,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proud Madam Lavender?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_309" id="page_309"></a>{309}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Stab my heart through with your horn!”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laughed Lady Lavender<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the New Moon all forlorn.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Light Lady Lavender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">She fell sad, and he fell sick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proud Lady Lavender.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O the snow fell fast and thick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor Lady Lavender!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Take the broom and sweep the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proud Lady Lavender;”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O but she had dainty feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft Lady Lavender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Sweep you must and sweep you shall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Soft Lady Lavender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Up the Mall and down the Mall,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proud Lady Lavender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Have you done your sweeping yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proud Madam Scavenger?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Are your slippers cold and wet?”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Poor Lady Lavender!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Wet is wet, and cold is cold,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wept Lady Lavender,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the broom had turned to gold—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Loud laughed the Scavenger.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_310" id="page_310"></a>{310}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Take your sampler, Madam Witch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laid up in lavender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do you see a golden stitch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a silver P in provender?”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Silver and gold for a golden broom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Rich Lady Lavender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then she danced all round the room,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Light Lady Lavender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Take the New Moon for a cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Witch-lady Lavender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ladle the gold and silver up,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Proud Lady Lavender.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“Here’s an angel-piece for you,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laughed Lady Lavender;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Here’s a golden guinea too,”<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Kind Lady Lavender!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Now we are all safe and sound<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(China plates and provender),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now we’re on Tom Tiddler’s Ground,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Laugh, Lady Lavender!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_311" id="page_311"></a>{311}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="ODD_RHYMES" id="ODD_RHYMES"></a> -<a href="images/i311_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i311_sml.jpg" width="165" height="322" alt="Image unavailable: ODD RHYMES" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">ODD RHYMES</span> -</h2> - -<h3>I</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">R</span>OOK, rook,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Read in a book!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mouse, mouse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Build a house!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_312" id="page_312"></a>{312}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bee, bee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Get your tea!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pig, pig,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Dance a jig!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Goose, goose,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Put on shoes!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Snail, snail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fill the pail!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rabbit, rabbit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mind you stab it!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cricket, cricket,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mind you kick it!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_313" id="page_313"></a>{313}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i313_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i313_sml.jpg" width="181" height="327" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>II</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">My</span> maid Molly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">She pricked her thumb,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But only with holly,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the blood wouldn’t come.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_314" id="page_314"></a>{314}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i314_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i314_sml.jpg" width="284" height="131" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>III</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Martin</span>, Martin<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Went a carting;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And why did he travel?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To bring home some gravel.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_315" id="page_315"></a>{315}</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i315_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i315_sml.jpg" width="297" height="223" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<h3>IV</h3> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Hey-down</span>, high-down, furze and thistle,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rain and wind, and a dog and whistle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wind blows, the rain drops,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The seeds are gone from the thistle-tops:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whistle! find me a flower in the clover,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And you shall have turkey for supper, Rover!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_316" id="page_316"></a>{316}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="TOPSYTURVEY-WORLD" id="TOPSYTURVEY-WORLD"></a> -<a href="images/i316_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i316_sml.jpg" width="255" height="225" alt="Image unavailable: TOPSYTURVEY-WORLD" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">TOPSYTURVEY-WORLD</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span>F the butterfly courted the bee,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">And the owl the porcupine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If churches were built in the sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And three times one was nine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the pony rode his master,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">If the buttercups ate the cows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If the cat had the dire disaster<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To be worried, sir, by the mouse;<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_317" id="page_317"></a>{317}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">If mamma, sir, sold the baby<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To a gipsy for half-a-crown;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The world would be Upside-Down!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<a href="images/i317_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i317_sml.jpg" width="296" height="185" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /></a> -</div> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If any or all of these wonders<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Should ever come about,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I should not consider them blunders,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For I should be Inside-Out!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Chorus</i>: Ba-ba, black wool,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Have you any sheep?<br /></span> -<span class="i4"> Yes, sir, a pack-full,<br /></span> -<span class="i5">Creep, mouse, creep!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_318" id="page_318"></a>{318}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Four-and-twenty little maids<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hanging out the pie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out jumped the honey-pot,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Guy-Fawkes, Guy!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cross-latch, cross-latch,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Sit and spin the fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the pie was opened,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The bird was on the brier!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_319" id="page_319"></a>{319}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="MISS_WAVER" id="MISS_WAVER"></a> -<a href="images/i319_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i319_sml.jpg" width="188" height="325" alt="Image unavailable: MISS WAVER" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">MISS WAVER</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">L</span>ITTLE Miss Waver<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Sings with a quaver,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A musical maid is she;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her voice is as clear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As any you hear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let little Miss Waver be.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_320" id="page_320"></a>{320}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="JEREMY_JANGLE" id="JEREMY_JANGLE"></a> -<a href="images/i320_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i320_sml.jpg" width="295" height="327" alt="Image unavailable: JEREMY JANGLE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">JEREMY JANGLE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">J</span>EREMY Jangle<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Lives in a tangle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You never know where to take him:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His head is immense,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he might talk sense<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Perhaps, if you could but make him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_321" id="page_321"></a>{321}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But he says that a tailor has a tail,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And every sailor is made for sale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Also that bunting is made of buns!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But everybody can see at once<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That this is nonsense. And yet his head<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is large, and he calls himself well read!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_322" id="page_322"></a>{322}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="STALKY_JACK" id="STALKY_JACK"></a> -<a href="images/i322_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i322_sml.jpg" width="230" height="332" alt="Image unavailable: STALKY JACK" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">STALKY JACK</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> KNEW a boy who took long walks,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Who lived on beans, and ate the stalks;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the Giants’ Country he lost his way;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They kept him there for a year and a day.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_323" id="page_323"></a>{323}</span><br /></span> -<span class="i0">But he has not been the same boy since;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An alteration he did evince;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For you may suppose that he underwent<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A change in his notions of extent!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He looks with contempt on a nice high door,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And tries to walk in at the second floor!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He stares with surprise at a basin of soup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He fancies a bowl as large as a hoop;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He calls the people minikin mites;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He calls a sirloin a couple of bites!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Things having come to these pretty passes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They bought him some magnifying glasses.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He put on the goggles, and said, “My eyes!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world has come to its proper size!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But all the boys cry, “Stalky John!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There you go with your goggles on!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What girl would marry him—and <i>quite</i> right—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To be taken for three times her proper height?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So this comes of taking extravagant walks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And living on beans, and eating the stalks.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_324" id="page_324"></a>{324}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="THE_FIDDLER_AND_THE_CROCODILE" id="THE_FIDDLER_AND_THE_CROCODILE"></a> -<a href="images/i324_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i324_sml.jpg" width="299" height="258" alt="Image unavailable: THE FIDDLER AND THE CROCODILE" /></a> -<br /> -<span class="caption">THE FIDDLER AND THE CROCODILE</span> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">O</span>NE day a fiddler from the North,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Out Memphis way, went walking forth;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He smoked his pipe and winked his lids,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And said, “Ah, ah! the Pyramids?<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_325" id="page_325"></a>{325}</span>”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In this that fiddler took good heed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Pyramids were there indeed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing Amon-Râ, sing Gizeh town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cheops, Cephrenes, mummy brown!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thus said he on the banks of Nile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When out there crawled a crocodile,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And when he turned, more scared than hurt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The creature seized him by the skirt.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The crocodile was fierce and strong,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And twenty mortal feet was long.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The fiddler said, “It has been guessed<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That music soothes the savage breast.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He drew his skirt—there being a pause—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From out the alligator’s jaws;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For, crocodile or alligator,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beast was something of that nature.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sing bulrushes, sing cats and leeks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing tawny gods with senseless beaks,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing scarabæi, if you’ve patience,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Isis, Osiris, inundations!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fiddler raised his violin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to perform did next begin—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing lotus-flower, papyrus stiff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sarcophagus and hieroglyph!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_326" id="page_326"></a>{326}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The district, since Amenophis,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Had never heard the like of this;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Oh, to have seen the fiddler man<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As up and down the scale he ran!)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That crocodile sat down to hear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to his eye there came a tear;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He turned it over in his mind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">His tail lay limp and long behind.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><i>Affettuoso</i> was the plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which struck at first that fiddler man;<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Allegro</i> next—his soul was stirr’d—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><i>Con molto brio</i> was the word.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">At this the alligator brute—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or crocodile, if that will suit—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Rose, much excited, from his seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And danced like mad, with heart and heat.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sing Pompey, plectrum, strings and pegs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ichneumons, sand, and serpents’ eggs,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cheops, Cephrenes, Memnon, Sphinx—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“I <i>knew</i> it!”—so that fiddler thinks.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“I knew,” said he, with joy and jest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“That music soothes the savage breast;”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He swept the strings with maddening go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From <i>presto</i> to <i>prestissimo</i>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_327" id="page_327"></a>{327}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But though the brute had dropped his plan<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of eating up at once the man,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It did not seem, his ways were such,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That music yet had soothed him much.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">In fact he leapt and danced like mad;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He danced with all the legs he had;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our friend, with violin to shoulder,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sat, proudly playing, on a boulder.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He played until his arm grew weak,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And heat-drops gathered on his cheek;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He saw there would be mischief in it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If he but dropped his bow a minute!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For in that alligator’s look<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He read, as plain as in a book,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Play on, or I will eat you yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With appetite the sharper set!”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Just as he thought he soon must faint<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(And his emotions who can paint?)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He felt, and saw on looking round,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A curious trembling of the ground.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Thinks he, “This dancing crocodile<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is shaking up the land of Nile”—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He looked again, and saw, in places,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The pyramids leap from their bases!<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_328" id="page_328"></a>{328}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">As six or seven together rushed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He cried, “Confound it! I am crushed!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But, happy chance! a moment later<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They fell and crushed the alligator.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sing Cleopatra’s almond eye,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing reeds and hippopotami,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing tamarisk-trees by Mœris Lake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And mud left in the sun to bake!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then, as the fiddler wiped his brow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Says he, “I feel exhausted now!”<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those ruins he no more regards<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Than any fallen house of cards.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Out on the sands he chanced to find<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A bit of temple to his mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And, as he sat down in the shade,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There came an Ethiop to his aid.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">“De Hyksos,” said that nigger lad,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">“Dis way some secret cellarage had;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yah, massa, yah, de best ob wine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">De Shepherd Kings, dey know’d de Rhine.”<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He quaffed those hocks, that fiddler bold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Hocks five and thirty centuries old;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The cellar-man was older still—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing Typhon, Ptah, or what you will.<span class="pagenum"><a name="page_329" id="page_329"></a>{329}</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sing Ra, sing Sos, sing Seb, sing Khem,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing Mycerinus, after them;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing Diodorus Siculus,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who tells untruths, for all his fuss;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sing Manetho; but keep this clue—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The tale which <i>I</i> have told is true.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="page_330" id="page_330"></a>{330}</span></p> - -<h2><a name="LENVOI" id="LENVOI"></a> -<a href="images/i330_lg.jpg"> -<img src="images/i330_sml.jpg" width="313" height="315" alt="Image unavailable: L’ENVOI" /></a> -</h2> - -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> -<span class="ig"><span class="letra">V</span>ERSIFICATION,<br /></span> -<span class="ih">Likewise illustration;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flowers of my growing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From seed to blowing;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Flowers of my finding,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gathering, and binding;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Home-flower and heather<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mingled together;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Take these confusions,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye dear Lilliputians.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="c"> <br /> <br /><small> -Printed by <span class="smcap">Ballantyne, Hanson & Co.</span><br /> -London & Edinburgh</small><br /> -</p> - -<div class="figcenter"> -<img src="images/back.jpg" width="313" height="500" alt="[Image unavailable.]" /> -</div> - -<p><a name="transcrib" id="transcrib"></a></p> - -<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="" -style="padding:2%;border:3px dotted gray;"> -<tr><th align="center">Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber:</th></tr> -<tr><td class="c">Pianofore Palace stand=> Pinafore Palace stand {pg 17}</td></tr> -<tr><td class="c">Oh, the Giant Frodgedobblum am I=> Oh, the Giant Frodgedobbulum am I {pg 139}</td></tr> -</table> - -<hr class="full" /> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Lilliput Lyrics, by W. 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