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Once Upon a Time and Other Child-Verses
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"Darling, thou art so fair!"
With strings of pearls, amid the curls,
They dressed her flowing hair.
"Now, pardy!" cried the emperor,
"The rose-tree is in flower!
In the world green was never seen
Queen half so sweet before!"
The people, dressed as for a feast,
Thronged round the palace doors;
The minstrels sung, the joy-bells rung,
The roses fell in showers.
The Beggar King looked toward the town:
"Farewell, my daughter dear!"
The east was gray – he rode away,
And swallowed down a tear.
CHRISTMAS-TIDE
WAKE from your sleep, sweet Christians,
now, and listen:
A little song
We have, so sweet it like a star doth glisten,
And dance along.
Now wake and hark: all brightly it is glowing
With yule-flames merry,
And o'er it many a holly sprig is growing,
And scarlet berry.
A bough of evergreen, with wax-lights gleaming,
It bravely graces;
And o'er its lines the star that's eastward
beaming
Leaves golden traces.
Also our little song, it sweetly praiseth,
Like birds in flocks
When morning from her bed of roses raiseth
Her golden locks.
But this it is that makes most sweet our story,
When all is said:
It holds a little Child, with rays of glory
Around His head.
WANTED, A MAP
ANOTHER map, an please you, sir!
For why, we cannot understand,
In all your great geography
There is no map of Fairyland.
Another map, an please you, sir!
And, afterward, describe in full
How Fairyland is famed for pearls,
And fleeces made from golden wool,
And prancing, gold-shod, milk-white steeds
With bridles set with jewel-eyes:
Tell how the Fairy rivers run,
And where the Fairy mountains rise,
And of the Fairy-folk, their ways
And customs – if it please you, sir;
Then, of the journey there, how long
For any speedy traveller.
Another map, an please you, sir!
And would you kindly not delay;
Sister and I would dearly like
To learn our lesson there, to-day!
THE PRIZE
HIE to the meadow, my dearies three,
And hunt for some sweet, pretty
thing for me!
There's a cake in the oven with almonds
and spice,
And raisins and citron, and all that's nice,
To pay for the sweetest, my dearies three!"
When home from the field came the dearies </>
three,
One brought to her mother a wild rose-tree;
And another brought her a blue jay's feather
And one of a gray goose, tied together,
And she was sure of the prize, was she.
But the last little girl of the dearies three
Had sucked a clover-bell like a bee,
And tasted a columbine's honeyed tips
To sweeten a kiss for her mother's lips;
And she got the beautiful cake for tea.
PUSSY-WILLOW
PUSSY, pussy, pussy!" there she stood
With strings of pearls, amid the curls,
They dressed her flowing hair.
"Now, pardy!" cried the emperor,
"The rose-tree is in flower!
In the world green was never seen
Queen half so sweet before!"
The people, dressed as for a feast,
Thronged round the palace doors;
The minstrels sung, the joy-bells rung,
The roses fell in showers.
The Beggar King looked toward the town:
"Farewell, my daughter dear!"
The east was gray – he rode away,
And swallowed down a tear.
CHRISTMAS-TIDE
WAKE from your sleep, sweet Christians,
now, and listen:
A little song
We have, so sweet it like a star doth glisten,
And dance along.
Now wake and hark: all brightly it is glowing
With yule-flames merry,
And o'er it many a holly sprig is growing,
And scarlet berry.
A bough of evergreen, with wax-lights gleaming,
It bravely graces;
And o'er its lines the star that's eastward
beaming
Leaves golden traces.
Also our little song, it sweetly praiseth,
Like birds in flocks
When morning from her bed of roses raiseth
Her golden locks.
But this it is that makes most sweet our story,
When all is said:
It holds a little Child, with rays of glory
Around His head.
WANTED, A MAP
ANOTHER map, an please you, sir!
For why, we cannot understand,
In all your great geography
There is no map of Fairyland.
Another map, an please you, sir!
And, afterward, describe in full
How Fairyland is famed for pearls,
And fleeces made from golden wool,
And prancing, gold-shod, milk-white steeds
With bridles set with jewel-eyes:
Tell how the Fairy rivers run,
And where the Fairy mountains rise,
And of the Fairy-folk, their ways
And customs – if it please you, sir;
Then, of the journey there, how long
For any speedy traveller.
Another map, an please you, sir!
And would you kindly not delay;
Sister and I would dearly like
To learn our lesson there, to-day!
THE PRIZE
HIE to the meadow, my dearies three,
And hunt for some sweet, pretty
thing for me!
There's a cake in the oven with almonds
and spice,
And raisins and citron, and all that's nice,
To pay for the sweetest, my dearies three!"
When home from the field came the dearies </>
three,
One brought to her mother a wild rose-tree;
And another brought her a blue jay's feather
And one of a gray goose, tied together,
And she was sure of the prize, was she.
But the last little girl of the dearies three
Had sucked a clover-bell like a bee,
And tasted a columbine's honeyed tips
To sweeten a kiss for her mother's lips;
And she got the beautiful cake for tea.
PUSSY-WILLOW
PUSSY, pussy, pussy!" there she stood
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Так получилось, что книга ко мне попала в тяжелый эмоциональный кризис и многое мне дала. Написано актуально, тут многих полезных вещей, никакого злоу...
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