Love-songs of Childhood

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Charles Scribner's Sons, 1894 - Children's poetry - 111 pages
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Page 33 - 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 1 - And lo ! thick and fast the other dreams come Of pop-guns that bang, and tin tops that hum, And a trumpet that bloweth ! And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams With laughter and singing ; And boats go a-floating on silvery streams, And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams, And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams, The fairies go winging ! Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet?
Page 95 - at had just moved on our street, An' father sent me up to bed without a bite to eat, I woke up in the dark an' saw things standin' in a row, A-lookin' at me cross-eyed an' p'intin' at me - so ! Oh, my ! I wuz so skeered that time I never slep' a mite It's almost alluz when I'm bad I see things at night!
Page 1 - THE Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing; comes creeping; The poppies they hang from her head to her feet. And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet — She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet, When she findeth you sleeping ! There is one little dream of a beautiful drum— "Rub-a-dub!
Page 7 - That when the night went wailing so, Somebody had been bad; And then, when I was snug in bed, Whither I had been sent, With the blankets pulled up round my head, I'd think of what my mother'd said, And wonder what boy she meant! And "Who's been bad to-day?
Page 13 - Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an' still, His eyes they keep a-sayin': "What's the matter, little Bill?" The old cat sneaks down off her perch an' wonders what's become Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum! But I am so perlite an' 'tend so earnestly to biz, That Mother says to Father: "How improved our Willie is!" But Father, havin' been a boy hisself, suspicions me When, jest 'fore Christmas, I'm as good as I kin be!
Page 86 - d like to sleep where I used to sleep When I was a boy, a little boy! For in at the lattice the moon would peep, Bringing her tide of dreams to sweep The crosses and griefs of the years away From the heart that is weary and faint to-day; And those dreams should give me back again A peace I have never known since then — When I was a boy, a little boy!
Page 32 - 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!
Page 110 - FAR AWAY. Over the hills and far away, A little boy steals from his morning play. And under the blossoming apple tree He lies and he dreams of the things to be: Of battles fought and of victories won.
Page 97 - at urges me within; An' when they's pie for supper, or cakes 'at's big an' nice, I want to — but I do not pass my plate f'r them things twice! ' No, ruther let Starvation wipe me slowly out o' sight Than I should keep a-livin' on an' seein

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