The Eugene Field Book: Verses, Stories, and Letters for School Reading (Google eBook)

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C. Scribner's Sons, 1898 - Children's poetry - 136 pages
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Page 67 - WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. . " Where are you going, and what do you wish ? " The old moon asked the three. " We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea ; Nets of silver and gold have we ! " Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Page 141 - This textbook may be borrowed for two weeks, with the privilege of renewing it once. A fine of five cents a day is incurred by failure to return a book on the date when it is due. The Education Library is open from 9 to 5 daily except Saturday when it closes at 12.30.
Page 103 - I'm as good as I kin be! Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat; First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at! Got a clipper sled, an' when us kids goes out to slide, 'Long comes the grocery cart, an
Page 13 - ... a chocolate cat, And a gingerbread dog prowls below And this is the way you contrive to get at Those sugar-plums tempting you so: You say but the word to that gingerbread dog, And he barks with such terrible zest That the chocolate cat is at once all agog, As her swelling proportions attest. And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around From this leafy limb unto that, And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground Hurrah for that chocolate cat!
Page 3 - Mee-ow!" The air was littered, an hour or so, With bits of gingham and calico, While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place Up with its hands before its face, For it always dreaded a family row ! (Now mind; I'm only telling you What the old Dutch clock declares is true!) The Chinese plate looked very blue, And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!
Page 111 - Nd / havin' my opinyin uv him. Seemed like we knew there wuz goin' to be Serious trouble fr me 'nd him; Us two shuck hands, did Jim 'nd me, But never a word from me or Jim! He went his way 'nd / went mine, 'Nd into the battle's roar went we, / havin' my opinyin uv Jim, 'Nd he havin' his opinyin uv me. Jim never came back from the war again, But I hain't forgot that last, last night When, waitin' fr orders, us two men Made up 'nd shuck hands, afore the fight.
Page 1 - The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 68 - t was a dream they 'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three : Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Page 43 - Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep ; " He rustles his wings, and gruffly sings : " Sleep, little one, sleep." On yonder mountain-side a vine Clings at the foot of a mother pine ; The tree bends over the trembling thing And only the vine can hear her sing : " Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep ; What shall you fear when I am here ? Sleep, little one, sleep.
Page 2 - And don't you make any noise ! " So toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamt of the pretty toys. And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue, Oh, the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true. Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little...

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