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    A Treasury of Poems for Children
    A Treasury of Poems for Children
    A Treasury of Poems for Children
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    A Treasury of Poems for Children

    By M. G. Edgar and Willy Pogany

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    Set sail with "Wynken, Blynken, and Nod" and "The Owl and the Pussy-Cat," and gaze in wonder at the night sky with "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star." Stroll the beach with "The Walrus and the Carpenter," and experience the magic of Christmas with "A Visit from St. Nicholas." This enchanting collection of childhood verse features these and nearly 100 other classic poems, illustrated by a master of the Art Nouveau style.
    With his fine eye for intricate detail and boundless enthusiasm for the fantastic, Willy Pogány perfectly captures the charm of these beloved verses in color and black-and-white images. Favorite poems include the works of William Blake, Robert Louis Stevenson, Lewis Carroll, George MacDonald, and other great poets. Includes a selection from the Common Core State Standards Initiative: "The Owl and the Pussycat."
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDover Publications
    Release dateMay 17, 2012
    ISBN9780486117508
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      A Treasury of Poems for Children - M. G. Edgar

      INTEREST

      Foreign Lands

      Up into the cherry tree

      Who should climb but little me ?

      I held the trunk with both my hands

      And looked abroad on foreign lands.

      I saw the next door garden lie,

      Adorned with flowers, before my eye,

      And many pleasant places more

      That I had never seen before.

      I saw the dimpling river pass

      And be the sun’s blue looking-glass ;

      The dusty roads go up and down

      With people tramping in to town.

      If I could find a higher tree

      Farther and farther I should see,

      To where the grown-up river slips

      Into the sun among the ships,

      To where the roads on either hand

      Lead onward into fairy land,

      Where all the children dine at five,

      And all the playthings come alive.

      Robert, Louis Stevenson

      The Free Buds

      ROCK-A-BY, Baby,

      Up in a tree,

      Rock-a-by, baby,

      What can we see ?

      Little brown cradles ?

      Yes, that is all ;

      Little brown cradles

      Never will fall.

      Where are the babies ?

      Oh ! they are there,

      Tucked in their blankets

      Away from the air.

      Dear little nurslings,

      Quiet all day,

      In their green nightgowns

      Folded away.

      North wind is piping

      Loud lullaby;

      He couldn’t soften

      His voice, did he try.

      Sleep till the springtime

      Brightens the sky.

      Little leaf babies,

      We love you. Good-bye.

      Kate Louise Brown

      Song time ago

      ONCE there was a little kitty,

      White as the snow ;

      In a barn she used to frolic

      Long time ago.

      In the barn a little mousie

      Ran to and fro,

      For she heard the little kitty

      Long time ago.

      Two black eyes had little kitty,

      Black as a sloe ;

      And they spied the little mousie

      Long time ago.

      Four soft paws had little kitty,

      Paws soft as snow ;

      And they caught the little mousie

      Long time ago.

      Nine pearl teeth had little kitty,

      All in a row ;

      And they bit the little mousie

      Long time ago.

      When the teeth bit little mousie,

      Mousie cried out, Oh !

      But she slipped away from kitty

      Long time ago. Unknown

      Unknown

      She was a Treasure

      SHE was a treasure ; she was a

      sweet ;

      She was the darling of the Army

      and the Fleet !

      When—she—smiled

      The crews of the line-of-battle ships went

      wild!

      When—she—cried—

      Whole regiments reversed their arms and

      sighed !

      When she was sick, for her sake

      The Queen took off her crown and sobbed as

      if her heart would break.

      William Canton

      Daisies

      AT evening when I go to bed

      I see the stars shine overhead ;

      They are the little daisies white

      That dot the meadow of the

      night.

      And often while I m dreaming so,

      Across the sky the moon will go ;

      It is a lady, sweet and fair,

      Who comes to gather daisies there.

      For, when at morning I arise,

      There’s not a star left in the skies ;

      She’s picked them all and dropped them

      down

      Into the meadows of the town.

      Frank Dempster Sherman

      By special arrangement with Messrs. Houghton,

      Mifflin & Co., the authorised publishers of

      Mr. Sherman’s Poems

      The Rainbow Fairies

      TWO little clouds one summer’s

      day

      Went flying through the sky.

      They went so fast they bumped

      their heads,

      And both began to cry.

      Old Father Sun looked out and said,

      " Oh, never mind, my dears,

      I’ll send my little fairy folk

      To dry your falling tears."

      One fairy came in violet,

      And one in indigo,

      In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,—

      They made a pretty row.

      They wiped the cloud tears all away,

      And then, from out the sky,

      Upon a line the sunbeams made,

      They hung their gowns to dry.

      Lizzie M. Hadley

      The NEW MOON

      DEAR mother, how pretty

      The moon looks to-night !

      She was never so lovely before ;

      Her two little horns

      Are so sharp and so bright,

      I hope she’ll not grow any more.

      If I were up there

      With you and my friends,

      I’d rock in it nicely you’d see,

      I’d sit in the middle

      And hold by both ends ;

      Oh, what a bright cradle ’twould be!

      I would call to the stars

      To keep out of the way,

      Lest we should rock over their toes ;

      And there I would rock

      Till the dawn of the day,

      And see where the pretty moon goes.

      And there we would stay

      In the beautiful skies,

      And through the bright clouds we would

      roam;

      We would see the sun set,

      And see the sun rise,

      And on the next rainbow come home.

      Eliza L. C. Follen

      The Elf and the Dormouse

      UNDER a toadstool

      Crept a wee Elf,

      Out of the rain

      To shelter himself.

      Under the toadstool,

      Sound asleep,

      Sat a big Dormouse

      All in a heap.

      Good Gracious Me! Where Is My Toadstool?’

      Trembled the wee Elf,

      Frightened, and yet

      Fearing to fly away

      Lest he got wet.

      To the next shelter—

      Maybe a mile !

      Sudden the wee Elf

      Smiled a wee smile.

      Tugged till the toadstool

      Toppled in two.

      Holding it over him,

      Gaily he flew.

      Soon he was safe home,

      Dry as could be.

      Soon woke the Dormouse—

      " Good gracious me !

      Where is my toadstool ?

      Loud he lamented.

      And that’s how umbrellas

      First were Invented.

      Oliver Herford

      GOODNIGHT and GOODMORNING

      A Fair little girl sat under a tree ,

      Sewing as long as her eyes could see :

      Then smoothed her work, and folded it right,

      And said, " Dear work, Good-Night ! Good-

      Night ! "

      Such a number of rooks came over her head,

      Crying, Caw ! caw ! on their way to bed :

      She said, as she watched their curious flight,

      " Little black things, Good-Night ! Good-

      Night!"

      The horses neighed, and the oxen lowed,

      The sheep’s Bleat! bleat ! came over the

      road :

      All seeming to say, with a quiet delight,

      Good little girl, Good-night ! Good-night !

      She did not say to the sun, Good-night !

      Though she saw him there like a ball of

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