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id: 15834
title: The Book of Joyous Children
author: Riley, James Whitcomb
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  A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREE, WHICH HAD BEEN BLOWN DOWN BY A STORM _When I wuz ist a little bit_ Boys know new things every day-May know that the round old earth rolls East;-[Illustration: "NO BOY KNOWS WHEN HE GOES TO SLEEP."] I want to hear, high overhead, The Old Flag flap her wings Ef you don''t hear little Billy an'' his big bass drum! [Illustration: "THE OLD TREE SAYS HE''S ALL OUR TREE."] _When Old Folks they wuz young like us_ Hear him whistle,--"Old--Bob--_White_!" Hear him say it?--"Old--Bob--_White_!" [Illustration: "A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREE, WHICH HAD BEEN BLOWN DOWN The old fox ran, and--Bless their little lives!-Ever''thing''s ist like it _used_ to be:-Though, say she know it "_ain''t_ Old Kriss-Old Bear said some day he''d go, Ist like their ma--bofe cried fer him!-But ist wite nen Had--ist like she alluz does--


id: 19316
title: Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for Boys
author: nan
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  Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring; To come forth like the spring-time fresh and green, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: This year old men shall reap; The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death, ''Like unto ships far off at sea, So Lord Howard passed away with five ships of war that day, But Sir Richard bore in hand all the sick men from the land And Sir Richard said again: ''We be all good English men. When first I saw thee; and thy heart spoke too, That I should one day find thy lord and thee. Come, let me lay my hand upon thy mane! And men shall not forget thee in thy grave. Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146 Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146


id: 19469
title: Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two
author: Various
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  An'' close the eyes o'' her that smiled, an'' leave her sweet voice dumb. All the day long from its dawning till you saw your kinsman fall, "Try not the Pass!" the old man said; The old man slowly raised his head, a sign that he did hear, A silence filled the little room; the old man bowed his head; Set on thy singing lips shall make thee glad; Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God''s great Judgment Seat; Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God''s great Judgment Seat; I can feel my young heart thrilling lest the old man should forget. I jess can''t tell his mother!--It''ll crush her poor old heart! And you who love a little girl who comes to you at night even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day;


id: 20909
title: Under the Tree
author: Roberts, Elizabeth Madox
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  And moved a little bit away. I climbed a little crooked tree. I like to look into my pillow at night. A little brown bowl that can talk to me, The little brown bowl and the flying wings. I liked to watch her little tongue O little one away so far, A little light is going by, Up in the garden, a little rain came. I watch the little pulpit house-And what their little dreams are like A little gray thing came out of the grass. And Dick said, "Look what I have found!" The little new moon above the tree. I saw a tree that looked at me, A little bush could talk to me. A smooth little bush said a word to me. It makes a little talking sound. We watched the little ships go by. A little wind came to my face. And she said her little asking words.


id: 17382
title: A Visit From Saint Nicholas
author: Moore, Clement Clarke
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  A VISIT FROM SAINT NICHOLAS. Southern District of New York. [Illustration: Saint Nicholas] In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; Away to the window I flew like a flash, The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, With a sleigh full of toys--and St. Nicholas too. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. His eyes how they twinkled! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; [Illustration: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL]


id: 17135
title: Twas the Night before Christmas: A Visit from St. Nicholas
author: Moore, Clement Clarke
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  different persons, there was one, in New York City, not like any other A company of men, women, and children went together just after Moore, who wrote the poem, never expected that he would in it;--just the house to be living in on Christmas Eve. Dr. he liked writing a Hebrew Dictionary. One year he wrote this poem, which we usually call "''Twas the Night raised printing that blind children read with their fingers. happened that almost all the children in the world know this poem. Most of the children probably know the words of the poem. pictures painted by Miss Smith, showing children at other seasons of the children on that night that all children like best,--Christmas Eve! ''Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too. And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;


id: 18909
title: Poems Teachers Ask For Selected by readers of "Normal Instructor-Primary Plans"
author: Various
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  CHARLES SCRIBNER''S SONS--_Seein'' Things_ and _Little Boy Blue_, by Bright were his eyes like live coals, as he gave me a sideways glance. My man bent down his head and said, "Little woman, you''ve saved my life!" The worn look gone from his dear gray eyes, and in its place, a gleam An'' she comes on time like a flash of light, Said, to hush her heart''s wild throbbing: "Curfew shall not ring to-night." your lover lives," said Cromwell, "Curfew shall not ring to-night." Bessie comes with flying footsteps, eyes aglow with love-light sweet; I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, Its headlight made day of the darkness, and glared like the eyes of And the white-winged Angels of Heaven, to bear him shall come down; "Come, boys, I know there''s kindly hearts among so good a crowd-Said that she''d like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes.


id: 26431
title: Children of Our Town
author: Wells, Carolyn
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  A blustering windy day''s just right For boys who want to fly a kite; But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park, Play properly, don''t splash yourself, and run back home ere dark. With little boys and girls inside, With children poor and ill-behaved, Ah, sweet Lucinda, best of girls, For instance, when some little girls just hate to go to school And beg that they may stay at home and play; Delight in _playing school_ the livelong day! Acquire a rolling gait, ''tis true. It blows the little children''s hair,-The happy girls and boys, But, Graybeard, you learned when a boy But there the boys will run and play The Little Mothers of the poor Your children and their pretty ways. OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS The Little Mothers of the rich Of baby boys or girls; The boys and girls all swarm around


id: 1612
title: Poems By a Little Girl
author: Conkling, Hilda
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  dedication poem to her mother, the little girl says: Apple-Jelly-Fish-Tree," and "Short Story" are the only poems in the Like the pine-tree on the hill And the wind rings them like little bells. They remember the sky, my little dreams, I saw the little people come out into the night, The birds sing songs of sun-drops. Like a ship leaning above blue water. You know it is blue like the sea . It curled up like a beautiful cinder-tree The spruce trees saw the white ships sailing away, And your blue back like a feathered sky, Trees Fat smell like a wind out of fairy-land The stars make the sky sparkle like gold-fish Hears a song of birds, stars, clouds, To-night I''d like to know A little girl like me Fairy-love blows away like leaves. The Bird of Paradise is like flowers of many trees Like a tree above my head,


id: 4027
title: Little Songs
author: Follen, Eliza Lee Cabot
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  Little Annie went to play. All the little birds are sleeping, Let all little children try; Come to see good old Nursey, And he said to little Flash, "Come, you saucy little dog, Little children, come with me, Said little James then to his mother; The little dog said, (and he looked very wise,) A poor little boy he cried, O; So good night, little baby, Let the stars now have their turn at play; Look at little Rover; Come let us go and play. Little Mary was good; Little Annie shall sing, ''Tis about a little bird; THE LITTLE BOY''S MAY DAY SONG. THE LITTLE BOY''S MAY DAY SONG. O mother, let me laugh and play; THE LITTLE BOY''S GOOD NIGHT. THE LITTLE BOY''S GOOD NIGHT. Good night, my father, mother dear; To all my pretty flowers, good night; When you with little children play, Come here, my little Fido, too;


id: 9777
title: Riley Child-Rhymes
author: Riley, James Whitcomb
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  [Illustration: The Funny Little Fellow--Title] Came the Funny Little Man. He laughed away the sorrow, [Illustration: The Happy Little Cripple--Title] An'', nen the boys climbs on the fence, an'' little girls peeks through, W''y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out To climb the tree an'' git the Little Boy An'' nen the Little Boy He git wite _clos''t_ to the Little Boy, w''y nen The Little Boy he saw the _grea''-big Bear_ An'' nen--first thing you know,--when th'' old Big Bear Wuz wite clos''t to him--nen the Little Boy So when th'' old Bear''s so clos''t--the Little Boy An'' _nen_ th'' old Bear can''t find the Little Boy An'' nen the Little Boy climbs out the hole An'' nen the Little Boy he git his gun Wuz _apples_ on the tree!--An'' Little Boy The old Bear finds the Little Boy''s _gun_, you know, An'' nen the Little Boy clumb down the tree


id: 11023
title: Gems of Poetry, for Girls and Boys
author: Unknown
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  I love to hear their pleasant song, "See yonder bird spread out his wings, My little happy boy, But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The little birds!--how sweet they sing! The little birds! The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. The moss-covered bucket which hangs in the well. These good little girls would immediately run; Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS. My father, my mother, I know, You loved me before I could tell I hope I shall learn to be good, Let them sing of bright red gold; Let them sing of silver fair; The red-bloomed apple-tree; The red-cheeked apple-tree; Blossom-leaves all pink and white, The old apple-tree; The gold-cheeked apple-tree; The red-streaked apple-tree; Of the brave old apple-tree! Toys and Children''s Books, at his Store, that at any other place in the


id: 33629
title: The Autobiography of a Monkey
author: Paine, Albert Bigelow
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  Or joined in the jungle song. THE SONG OF THE JUNGLE. _The tribes of the jungle are we--_ The men came among us one day, Enticed foolish monkeys away. But the monkeys crept out of the tree-tops-The birds and the beasts of the forest The birds and the beasts of the forest And I studied the ways of my master Yet often I longed for the jungle-And, dressed in a gaudy new suit, And the last tangled trace of the jungle Till at night I was changed from a monkey On the ladies he took me to call-And I took her out boating next morning, Then, ho, for the skill of the jungle! Yet often I dreamed of the jungle-With Tusky, our elephant king. With Tusky, our elephant king. The ways and the customs of men. For man did not spring from the monkey, But monkey _descended from man!_


id: 33691
title: Sandman Time
author: Gaylord, Ilsien Nathalie
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  And the little stars are listening, too, Why, the little flowers are the babies, Dear, Do you see those cunning little white clouds Just guess, if you can, what those little white clouds And the little wee baby ones, too? Well, all of those little wee baby stars And those little white clouds floating up in the sky, Are the dear little covers that go On the wee little beds of the baby stars, And the little Fairies of the Clouds, you know, How those darling little Fairies''ll be dressed? And then there''re the dear little Water-fairies, too, In little dresses of white foam-mist, The darling little Fairies of the Snow made it, Dear, Who''re coming to-night--just think of it, Dear, THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG There''s someone singing a little song LITTLE SUNSET SHIP OF DREAMS LITTLE SUNSET SHIP OF DREAMS Oh, little ship of Baby Dreams


id: 45270
title: The Seven Ages of Childhood
author: Wells, Carolyn
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  [Illustration: _Copyright, 1909, Moffat, Yard & Co._ _First the Infant THE SEVEN LITTLE FRIENDS We know you cannot think or talk, And then some day into your eyes There comes a look exceeding wise. Each hour with wonder new is fraught; He wonders what it was he thought And she "loves muvver awful hard!" Like morning-glory''s soft unfolding, In the soft soil of little lives And grows like anything; Now love grows very fast, and so Homeward runs little Broken-heart, I do think maps are awful queer, I wonder if they ever think Where the daisies looked like star-tracks, There is so much I want to know. I think, when I grow big and tall, Then, with a happy little sound, In days that have to come to me. Who wanted me like anything, And have the wonders all come true "It--it''s a lovely day!" he said. I think it''s beautiful to-day!"


