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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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But still the maid, all curious, staid,
And slyly peeped behind.
A handsome lord, with smiling lips,
Leaned from the opposite tower;
Two withered hags, in dirt and rags,
Did from their garret glower.
The tailor left his goose to see,
And got his coat ablaze;
Three peasant maids, with shining braids,
Looked on in wild amaze.
The emperor's palace windows high,
All open they were set —
From the gray stone red jewels shone,
All gold and violet.
The ladies of the emperor's court
Leaned out with stately grace;
And each began her peacock fan
To wave before her face.
"Hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!"
The emperor left his throne
At the uproar, and on the floor
He dropped his emerald crown.
The dogs press round the city-gates,
The guards they wave them back;
But all in vain, with might and main
Dance round the yelping pack.
Hark! hark! hark! o'er growl and bark
There sounds a trumpet-call!
Now, rat-tat-tat; pray, what is' that
Outside the city-wall?
Airs from the Beggar's Opera
On broken fiddles played;
On pans they drum and wildly strum,
Filched from a dairy-maid.
With tenor-whine, and basso-groan,
The chorus is complete;
And, far and wide, there sounds beside
The tramp of many feet!
"Hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!"
Ah, what a horrid din!
The Beggars wait outside the gate,
And clamor to get in.
A herald to the emperor rode:
"Save! save the emerald crown!
For, hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!
The Beggars storm the town!"
The emperor donned his clinking mail,
Called out his royal guard,
The city-gate, with furious rate,
Went galloping toward.
A captain with a flag of truce
Thus parleyed on the wall:
"Why do ye wait outside the gate,
And why so loudly call?"
He spoke, then eyed them with dismay;
For o'er the valley spread
The clamoring crowd, and stern and proud
A king rode at their head.
In mothy ermine he was drest;
As sad a horse he rode,
With jaunty air, quite débonnaire,
As ever man bestrode.
The Beggars stumped and limped behind,
With wails and whines and moans —
"Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns."
A great court-beauty's splendid dress
Was there, all soiled and frayed;
The scarf, once bright, a belted knight
Wore at his accolade;
A queen's silk hose; a bishop's robe;
A monarch's funeral-pall;
The shoes, all mud, a prince-o'-the-blood
Had danced in at a ball.
The Beggars stumped and limped along,
Aping their old-time grace:
Upon the wind, flew out behind,
Ribbons of silk and lace.
A wretched company it was
Around the city gate —
The sour and sad, the sick and bad,
And all disconsolate.
And slyly peeped behind.
A handsome lord, with smiling lips,
Leaned from the opposite tower;
Two withered hags, in dirt and rags,
Did from their garret glower.
The tailor left his goose to see,
And got his coat ablaze;
Three peasant maids, with shining braids,
Looked on in wild amaze.
The emperor's palace windows high,
All open they were set —
From the gray stone red jewels shone,
All gold and violet.
The ladies of the emperor's court
Leaned out with stately grace;
And each began her peacock fan
To wave before her face.
"Hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!"
The emperor left his throne
At the uproar, and on the floor
He dropped his emerald crown.
The dogs press round the city-gates,
The guards they wave them back;
But all in vain, with might and main
Dance round the yelping pack.
Hark! hark! hark! o'er growl and bark
There sounds a trumpet-call!
Now, rat-tat-tat; pray, what is' that
Outside the city-wall?
Airs from the Beggar's Opera
On broken fiddles played;
On pans they drum and wildly strum,
Filched from a dairy-maid.
With tenor-whine, and basso-groan,
The chorus is complete;
And, far and wide, there sounds beside
The tramp of many feet!
"Hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!"
Ah, what a horrid din!
The Beggars wait outside the gate,
And clamor to get in.
A herald to the emperor rode:
"Save! save the emerald crown!
For, hark! hark! hark! the dogs do bark!
The Beggars storm the town!"
The emperor donned his clinking mail,
Called out his royal guard,
The city-gate, with furious rate,
Went galloping toward.
A captain with a flag of truce
Thus parleyed on the wall:
"Why do ye wait outside the gate,
And why so loudly call?"
He spoke, then eyed them with dismay;
For o'er the valley spread
The clamoring crowd, and stern and proud
A king rode at their head.
In mothy ermine he was drest;
As sad a horse he rode,
With jaunty air, quite débonnaire,
As ever man bestrode.
The Beggars stumped and limped behind,
With wails and whines and moans —
"Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns."
A great court-beauty's splendid dress
Was there, all soiled and frayed;
The scarf, once bright, a belted knight
Wore at his accolade;
A queen's silk hose; a bishop's robe;
A monarch's funeral-pall;
The shoes, all mud, a prince-o'-the-blood
Had danced in at a ball.
The Beggars stumped and limped along,
Aping their old-time grace:
Upon the wind, flew out behind,
Ribbons of silk and lace.
A wretched company it was
Around the city gate —
The sour and sad, the sick and bad,
And all disconsolate.
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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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