Excerpts from the Book 'The Home Book Of Verse V1':
... has been aching many a day with measures full of sadness! William Motherwell [1797-1835] The Home Book of Verse, V1 I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY ...
... every child should dance and sing, And always have a smiling face, And never sulk for anything. I waken when the morning's come, And feel the ...
... not for love. Cold lie the daisy banks Clothed but in green, Where, in the days agone, Bright hues were seen. Wild pinks are slumbering, Violets ...
... Field [1850-1895]The Home Book of Verse, V1 THE DUEL The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat 'Twas half past ...
... He's forced to let the piping drop, And we shall see our children stop! When, lo, as they reached the mountain-side, A wondrous portal opened wide, ...
... boundless sway What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago! Within that province far ...
... sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew ...
... And we curl up to hear, 'Tis All aboard for Fairyland! Which seems to be so near. For soon we reach the pleasant place Of Once Upon a Time, ...
... well: but when I touched the nest, The child recoiled upon my breast. Was ever such a startling thing? Sudden silver and purple wing, The dove ...
... is red with rust, And his musket moulds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair And that ...
... moor, The morrow was her wedding. Love lit her eyes with lovelier hues Than the eve-star was shedding. She looked a sweet good-bye to me, And ...
... lightsome as the merle. A whole Spring's fickle changes, In every short-lived day, A passing cloud of April, A flowery smile of May, A ...
... that is wrinkled? 'Tis but as a dead-flower with May-dew besprinkled: Then away with all such from the head that is hoary! What care I for the ...
... SIMON Simple Simon met a pieman Going to the fair Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware. Says the pieman ...
... as when the rack has broke A joint, or nerve, at every stroke. The wish survives to kindly view The world that I am passing through. From all ...
... When to the garden of untroubled thought I came of late, and saw the open door, And wished again to enter, and explore The sweet, wild ways ...
... Naught she knows of sorrow, Naught of doubt or blight Heaven is just above her - All her thoughts are white. Long time since I lost her, That ...
... That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the farmer sowing his corn That kept the cock that crowed in the morn That waked the priest all ...
... Only to coo their songs to thee. William Aspenwall Bradley [1878-The Home Book of Verse, V1 GOLDEN SLUMBERS KISS YOUR EYES From Patient ...
... LARK AND KING SUN: A PARABLE THE BABES IN THE WOOD GOD'S JUDGMENT ON A WICKED BISHOP THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN THE GLAD EVANGEL A CAROL GOD ...