Collected Poems, 1901-1918: Songs of childhood. Peacock pieH. Holt, 1920 - Children's poetry |
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a-walking ahoy Alliolyle Alulvan Annie Maroon Banbury Cakes Beneath billows birds blue boughs bright broken bow bumpity candle changeling cheek children Magic hath clear cried cuckoo Dame Hickory danced dark dark the night dear doth dreams dusk eyes face faint Fairy fiends garden ghostie gloaming gnomies gold gone grey hair Hide and seek hound Jane Lallerie laughing lean lifted light little green orchard lone lovely white soul Lucy Magic hath stolen meadows Melmillo Michaelmas Day Mima mistletoe moon morning Mother mouse Muziomone neath Nicholas Nye night o'er Ogre Pedlar peep Poor Miss Robin rose round SAM'S THREE WISHES sang sate says shadow shine shoe shone shrill sigh silence silver Singing down-adown-derry sleep smell smile snow softly song sorrowful stars stood stoop sweet Tartary thee There's tired tree twas twixt voice Watch whisper wild wind wood
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Page 204 - Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon: This way, and that, she peers and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep; A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Page 13 - THE FLY HOW large unto the tiny fly Must little things appear ! — A rosebud like a feather bed, Its prickle like a spear; A dewdrop like a looking-glass, A hair like golden wire; The smallest grain of mustard-seed As fierce as coals of fire; A loaf of bread, a lofty hill; A wasp, a cruel leopard; And specks of salt as bright to see As lambkins to a shepherd.
Page 97 - ALAS, ALACK! ANN, Ann! Come! quick as you can! There's a fish that talks In the frying-pan. Out of the fat, As clear as glass, He put up his mouth And moaned "Alas!" Oh, most mournful, "Alas, alack!
Page 138 - And Dead Man's Pool All left behind, As they danced through Wool. And Wool gone by, Like tops that seem To spin in sleep They danced in dream : Withy— Wellover — Wassop — Wo — Like an old clock Their heels did go. A league and a league And a league they went, And not one weary, And not one spent. And lo, and behold ! Past Willow-cum-Leigh Stretched with its waters The great green sea. Says Farmer Bates, "I puffs and I blows, What's under the water, Why, no man knows ! " Says Farmer Giles,...
Page 190 - THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS UP on their brooms the Witches stream, Crooked and black in the crescent's gleam ; One foot high, and one foot low, Bearded, cloaked, and cowled, they go. 'Neath Charlie's Wane they twitter and tweet, And away they swarm 'neath the Dragon's feet. With a whoop and a flutter they swing and sway, And surge pell-mell down the Milky Way. Betwixt the legs of the glittering Chair They hover and squeak in the empty air. Then round they swoop past the glimmering Lion To where Sirius barks...
Page 216 - The embers smolder low; Across the walls the shadows Come, and go. Sweep softly thy strings, Musician, The minutes mount to hours; Frost on the windless casement weaves A labyrinth of flowers; Ghosts linger in the darkening air, Hearken at the open door; Music hath called them, dreaming, Home once more.
Page 114 - It's a very odd thing — As odd as can be — That whatever Miss T. eats Turns into Miss T...
Page 86 - MET at eve the Prince of Sleep, His was a still and lovely face, He wandered through a valley steep, Lovely in a lonely place. His garb was grey of lavender, About his brows a poppy-wreath Burned like dim coals, and everywhere The air was sweeter for his breath.
Page 8 - I'd don my robe and scimitar, And zebras seven should draw my car Through Tartary's dark glades. Lord of the fruits of Tartary, Her rivers silver-pale! Lord of the hills of Tartary, Glen, thicket, wood, and dale! Her flashing stars, her scented breeze, Her trembling lakes, like foamless seas, Her bird-delighting citron-trees In every purple vale!
Page 160 - and goes her way — ssh! I have heard voices calling softly In the little green orchard. "Not that I am afraid of being there, In the little green orchard; Why, when the moon's been bright, Shedding her lonesome light, And moths like ghosties come, And the horned snail leaves home: I've sat there, whispering and listening there, In the little green orchard.