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Title:
Lilliput lyrics
Physical Description:
329 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 20 cm.
Language:
English
Creator:
Rands, William Brighty, 1823-1882 ( Author, Primary )
Robinson, Charles, 1870-1937 ( Illustrator )
Johnson, R. Brimley ( Reginald Brimley ), 1867-1932 ( Editor )
Lane, John, 1854-1925 ( Publisher )
Ballantyne, Hanson and Co ( Printer )
Bodley Head (Firm) ( Publisher )
Publisher:
John Lane
Bodley Head
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London
New York
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Ballantyne, Hanson and Co.
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Wit and humor, Juvenile -- Juvenile poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1899   ( lcsh )
Nonsense verse -- 1899   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1899
Genre:
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Nonsense verse   ( rbgenr )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
United States -- New York -- New York
Scotland -- Edinburgh

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Statement of Responsibility:
by W.B. Rand ; illustrated by Chas. Robinson ; edited by R. Brimley Johnson.
General Note:
Frontispiece and title page printed in colors.

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University of Florida
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THE following verses have been selected from

"Lilliput Levee," 1868, and from W. B. Rands' '

numerous contributions to magazines.* Hie note

A portion of the Introductory Verses to "Liiliput
Legends" is also included.






THE EDITOR'S NOTE


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 per-

mission, 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 be-

longed 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 poemn for children, with whom hands
was always at his best, and have been chosen in re,,

membrance of their tastes and understandings. As

many of them are printed from magazines and

never received the author's final revision, I have






THE EDITOR'S NOTE

occasionally edited the text, without scruple, by

omitting weak lines or even altering a word.,

R. B. J.





















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.

























SCONTENTS5



LYRICS
Lilliput Levee Page 17
Doll Poems
1. The Pictuie 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


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CONTENTS


Two Pictures Page 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
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CONTENTS


The Flowers
The Penance of the Little Maid
Frodgedobbulum's Fancy
The Guinea-Pig
Little Boy Blue
SMiss Hooper
SA Shooting Song
A Fishing Song
Shockheaded Cicely and the Two Bears
Mother's Joy
The Baby
'What will Auntie send
Lords-and-Ladies
The Dog and the Patch of Moonshine
Autumn Song
The Drummer-Boy and the Shepherdess
Lullaby
Clean Clara
The Lavender Beds


LITTLE DITTIES


BABY'S BELLS



NONSENSE RHYMES
Tuesday
Jolly Jack
The Duck and her Ducklings
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156 13/ i'9
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168
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CONTENTS


Little Ben Bute
The Dream of a Girl who Liv
Oaks
The Dream of a Boy who Liv
Elms
Four Little Histories
A Big Noise
The Alarm
Cicero Brick
The Obstinate Cow
Lavender Lady
Odd Rhymes
Topsyturvey- World
Miss Waver
Jeremy Jangle
Stalky Jack
The Fiddler and the Crocodile
L'Envoi


Page 284
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LILLIPUT LEVEE

W HERE does Pianofore Palace stand ?
SRight in the middle of Lilliput-land !
There the Queen eats bread-and-honey,
There the King counts up his money!
17





LILLI.PUT LEVEE


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 reigns 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 chemist's, 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.
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LILLIPUT LEVEE


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 nwhal you can :
Put of 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.






LILLIPUT LEVEE


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;
SThey never wiped their shoes on the mat;
Their joy was great; their joy was greater;
They rode in the baby's perambulator!
20





LILLIPUT LEVEE


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 ard 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."






LILLIPUT LEVEE


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 1 sent in
To Pinafore Palace. Shall I win?
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LILLIPUT LEVEE


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.































DOLL POEMS

I

THE PICTURE

T HIS is her picture-Dolladine-
The beautifullest doll that ever was seen!
Oh, what nosegays! Oh, what sashes!
Oh, what beautiful eyes and lashes !
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DOLL POEMS


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

T HIS 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!"
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DOLL POEMS


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 ?





DOLL POEMS


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.






DOLL POEMS


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
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DOLL POEMS


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.

* Chonrs: 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 ?

































THE LITTLE DOLL'S HOUSE IN
ARCADY

T HE 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.
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DOLL'S HOUSE IN ARCADY

But the very first hayrick that I came to
Did turn to a Doll's House, fair and true;
1 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."
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DOLL'S HOUSE IN ARCADY

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 ini Lilliput Land;
Twirl about, whirl about, shimmer and shine,
O a rose-red sash had Columbine!
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DOLL'S HOUSE IN ARCADY


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!
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DOLL'S HOUSE IN ARCADY


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 tittfring over the tea.






























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.


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THE PEDLAR'S CARAVAN

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 brown1 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!





































THE FIRST TOOTH


T HERE 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.
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THE FIRST TOOTH


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 thle
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!





THE FIRST TOOTH


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 !




































PRAISE AND LOVE
TELL me, Praise, and tell me, Love,
lWhat you both are thinking of?
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PRAISE AND LOVE

"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;
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PRAISE AND LOVE


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.



























TWO PICTURES

I

T HERE 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.
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TWO PICTURES


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.
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TWO PICTURES


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."




























THE SHIP THAT SAILED
SUN


INTO THE


T HEY said my-brother's ship went down,
' Down into the sea,
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THE SHIP'THAT SAILED INTO THE SUN

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 inito 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.
































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;
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THE YOUNG EXILE


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 ybu might take;
And the handsome face you had,
Little lad,
Olive skin of the South,
Large eyes and well-set .mouth,
r 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!






















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.





























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 sudderily true,
For his branches were all aflame.
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THE DISCONTENTED YEW-TREE

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,
V Not having broken his fast.






THE DISCONTENTED YEW-TREE

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!"





























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 I
Bless his tiny little cap,
Noise far away be 1
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THE LITTLE BROTHER

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 !




































CUCKOO IN THE PEAR-TREE

T HE Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree.
u Cuckoo!
Raining or snowing, nought cared he.
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo, nought cared he.
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CUCKOO IN THE PEAR-TREE

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


S WIFT, 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.
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MADCAP


The gayest wench, if
Her mood's extensive;
But full of sense, if
Her mood is pensive.


What resolution
In execution!
' 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!
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MADCAP


It makes me shiver
In lungs and liver,
To look! However,
Three cheers I give her.






























THE BEWITCHED TOYS;
OR,
QUEEN MAB IN CHILD-WORLD,


I

H ERE comes Queen Mab in her coach-and-
six!
Look out for mischievous fairy tricks!
(6%






THE BEWITCHED TOYS


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 !"
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THE BEWITCHED TOYS


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.
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THE BEWITCHED TOYS


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.
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THE BEWITCHED TOYS


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!"
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T.HE BEWITCHED TOYS


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 !"
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T'HE BEWITCHED TOYS


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 thp 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!"






THE BEWITCHED TOYS


VII

Six White Mice, with harness on,
What do you think of Cousin John,
' Who taught them so,
S 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 ?






THE BEWITCHED TOYS


"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.



































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,
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THE NEW WORLD


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;
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THE NEW WORLD


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

T HIS 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.
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LINA AND HER LAMB


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

G OOD 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!
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THE BOY THAT LOVES A BABY

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!































HAROLD AND ALICE;
OR,
THE REFORMED GIANT

I

T HE 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;
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HAROLD AND ALICE
"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-turk6y;



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HAROLD AND ALICE


"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!






HAROLD AND ALICE


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.
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HAROLD AND ALICE


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.






HAROLD AND ALICE


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.


"0 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!"
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HAROLD AND ALICEI


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

"0 mother, lend me your largest tub!"
"Why, daughter ? tell me quick !"-
"0 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.


"0 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,
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HAROLD AND ALICE


"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."


"0 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.
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HAROLD AND ALICE


"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-turk6y!"




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.
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HAROLD AND ALICE


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 !
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PRINCE PHILIBERT


O H, who loves Prince Philibert?
Who but .myself?
His foot's in'the stirrup ;
His book's on the shelf;
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PRINCE PHILIBERT

His dapple-grey Dobbin
Attends to his whip,
And rocks up and down
On the floor like a ship.



SI 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!
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PRINCE PHILIBERT

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 Prie;
But how do you like me
In crimson and blue?
We go partners in findings,
And money, and that,
You help me in ciphering;
Lo6k 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!































GOLD-BOY AND GREEN-GIRL

THERE was a little jackdaw
Lived on a vane;
He was a very black daw,
Shiny in the rain.
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GOLD-BOY AND GREEN-GIRL

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!
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GOLD-BOY AND GREEN-GIRL


In pops the jackdaw
At the belfry-door;
"Caw!" says the jackdaw,
"One peal more!"




























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?
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AT HARVEST-TIME


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!























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!"





SEE-SAW


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.