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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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Shalt frolic till the break of day;
Fear not to enter in, dear child; for close be-
side the gate I'll stay.
And if in Dreamland's lovely woods
Some harmless giant lay in wait,
Some straggler from thy fairy tales,
He'll take to flight disconsolate —
Just say, "Away! or I will tell my mother
at the Dreamland gate!"
A CHRISTMAS CAROL
DEAR Nanny in her Christmas hood
With fluffy swansdown round the face,
Wearing her pretty Christmas gown
And little frill of dainty lace,
Came with her mother into church, on
Christmas Eve, with timid grace.
Dear Nanny sat there in her pew,
The Christmas-greens with music stirred,
The choir sang like a nest of larks,
But never once she caught a word.
For she was singing to herself, and hers was
all the song she heard.
"My muff, my hood!" dear Nanny sang,
"My coat, my dress, my golden ring,
My waxen doll, my picture-book,
My stocking full of everything " —
So sang the sober little maid, so softly no one
heard her sing.
O sweetly carolled forth the choir
Their Christmas songs, and never knew
How, in her little simple tune
Which after all was just as true,
A-sitting meekly down below dear little
Nanny carolled too.
CROW – WARNINGS
NO, it won't rain to-morrow! well, what
if the crows
From that withered
old cornfield fly,
A-cawing for rain – let them caw, if they
like,
With all of that blue in the sky!
Caw away, you old birds, in your rusty black
cloaks!
I know that you're not speaking true!
There are not enough clouds in the world,
in a night
To cover up all of that blue!
THE OUT-DOORS GIRL
SING a song of a queer little girl who lived
all alone in the green out-of-doors:
She made her a necklace of cranberries, and
a gown of the red corn-flowers,
And she made her a beautiful oak-leaf cap,
and a swing of a wild grape-vine;
And merrily-o all day she swung out of shade
into gold sunshine.
THE BEGGAR KING
"Hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!
The Beggars have come to town,
Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns."
Old Nursery Rhyme.
HALF frantic, down the city streets
The barking dogs they tore;
The dust it flew, and no man knew
The like of it before.
The St. Bernard's deep booming bass,
The hound's sepulchral howl,
The terrier-whelp's staccato yelp,
And the bull-dog's massive growl,
In chorus sounded thro' the town:
The windows up they went,
Thro' every space a gaping face
Inquiringly was bent.
The burgher's daughter clean forgot
Her snood of silk and pearls,
And, full of dread, popped out her head,
With its tumbled yellow curls.
A rosebud smote her on the lips:
Down went the rattling blind;
Fear not to enter in, dear child; for close be-
side the gate I'll stay.
And if in Dreamland's lovely woods
Some harmless giant lay in wait,
Some straggler from thy fairy tales,
He'll take to flight disconsolate —
Just say, "Away! or I will tell my mother
at the Dreamland gate!"
A CHRISTMAS CAROL
DEAR Nanny in her Christmas hood
With fluffy swansdown round the face,
Wearing her pretty Christmas gown
And little frill of dainty lace,
Came with her mother into church, on
Christmas Eve, with timid grace.
Dear Nanny sat there in her pew,
The Christmas-greens with music stirred,
The choir sang like a nest of larks,
But never once she caught a word.
For she was singing to herself, and hers was
all the song she heard.
"My muff, my hood!" dear Nanny sang,
"My coat, my dress, my golden ring,
My waxen doll, my picture-book,
My stocking full of everything " —
So sang the sober little maid, so softly no one
heard her sing.
O sweetly carolled forth the choir
Their Christmas songs, and never knew
How, in her little simple tune
Which after all was just as true,
A-sitting meekly down below dear little
Nanny carolled too.
CROW – WARNINGS
NO, it won't rain to-morrow! well, what
if the crows
From that withered
old cornfield fly,
A-cawing for rain – let them caw, if they
like,
With all of that blue in the sky!
Caw away, you old birds, in your rusty black
cloaks!
I know that you're not speaking true!
There are not enough clouds in the world,
in a night
To cover up all of that blue!
THE OUT-DOORS GIRL
SING a song of a queer little girl who lived
all alone in the green out-of-doors:
She made her a necklace of cranberries, and
a gown of the red corn-flowers,
And she made her a beautiful oak-leaf cap,
and a swing of a wild grape-vine;
And merrily-o all day she swung out of shade
into gold sunshine.
THE BEGGAR KING
"Hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!
The Beggars have come to town,
Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns."
Old Nursery Rhyme.
HALF frantic, down the city streets
The barking dogs they tore;
The dust it flew, and no man knew
The like of it before.
The St. Bernard's deep booming bass,
The hound's sepulchral howl,
The terrier-whelp's staccato yelp,
And the bull-dog's massive growl,
In chorus sounded thro' the town:
The windows up they went,
Thro' every space a gaping face
Inquiringly was bent.
The burgher's daughter clean forgot
Her snood of silk and pearls,
And, full of dread, popped out her head,
With its tumbled yellow curls.
A rosebud smote her on the lips:
Down went the rattling blind;
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Так получилось, что книга ко мне попала в тяжелый эмоциональный кризис и многое мне дала. Написано актуально, тут многих полезных вещей, никакого злоу...
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