By Ada M. Skinner, Frances Gillespy Wickes, Maud Petersham, Miska Petersham
3rd quantity of A kid's personal booklet of Verse, a three-volume set deliberate to be used throughout the 4 basic years. This surprisingly superb number of poetry was once chosen with the kid's pursuits in brain. comprises sound rhymes and jingles to entice the ear, descriptive poems to create photos within the imagination, lullabies and lyrics to hot the center, and story-telling poems to stir the mind's eye. Attractively illustrated by way of Maud and Miska Petersham. compatible for a long time 7 to ten.
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ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE The Green Gnome Ring, sing! ring, sing! pleasant Sabbath bells! Chime, rime! chime, rime! through dales and dells! Rime, ring! chime, sing! pleasant Sabbath bells! Chime, sing! rime, ring! over fields and fells! And I galloped and I galloped on my palfrey white as milk, My robe was of the sea-green woof, my serk was of silk; My hair was golden yellow, and it floated to my shoe, My eyes were like two harebells bathed in little drops of dew; My palfrey, never stopping, made a music sweetly blent With the leaves of autumn dropping all around me as I went; And I heard the bells, grown fainter, far behind me peal and play, Fainter, fainter, fainter, till they seemed to die away; And beside a silver runnel, on a little heap of sand, I saw the green gnome sitting, with his cheek upon his hand.
Naught is near, In the blear And the simmering atmosphere, But the shadow on the sand, The shadow of the camel on the sand; All alone as I ride O'er the desert's ocean wide, It is ever at my side; It haunts me, it pursues me, if I flee or if I stand. Not a sound All around Save the paddled heat and bound Of the camel on the sand Of the feet of the camel on the sand. Not a bird is in the air, Though the sun, with burning stare, Is prying everywhere, O'er the yellow thirsty desert, so Desolately grand.
He had not been in merry England A month but barely three, When languishing thoughts came into his mind, And Nancybell fain would he see. So he rode and he rode along the highway Till he came to yonder town; He heard the sound of a chapel bell, And the ladies were mourning around. " The lid of the coffin he opened up, The linens he folded down, And now he kissed the pale, pale lips, And the tears came trickling down. "Oh, hast thou died, fair Nancybell, Oh, hast thou died for me? Oh, hast thou died, fair Nancybell?