The Rolling in of the Wave
It was night when the sky was dark blue
Thou wilt come with suddenness,
Sweet are the thoughts that haunt the poet’s brain
Like rainbow-fringed clouds, through which some star
The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies
When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes,
The raindrops fall.
Thousands of raindrops
Just a little every day--
That's the way!
THIS is the way we dress the Doll:—
You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll,
A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old
There was a little turtle.
DANCING and prancing to town we go,
On the top of the wall of the town we go.
LITTLE Molly and Damon
Are walking so far,
I've had a naughty day to-day.
I scrunched a biscuit in my hair,
Upon the road to Rockabout
I came upon some sheep -
The cunningest thing that a baby can do
Is the very first time it plays peek-a-boo;
Ready with leaves and with buds stood the tree.
"Shall I take them?" the frost said, now puffing with glee.
PRAY let me introduce you to
This little dancing family;
FAIR as the night—when all the astral fires
Of heaven are burning in the clear expanse,
My tail is not impressive But it's elegant and neat.
There is a river
whose waters run asleep
PUFF, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow
All you little boys and girls come and see the show.
The rosy mouth and rosy toe
Of little baby brother
O TWEED! a stranger, that with wand'ring feet
O'er hill and dale has journey'd many a mile,
Loving looks the large-eyed cow,
Loving stares the long-eared ass
UNDER Rose Arches to Rose Town–
Rose Town on the top of the hill;
OH who'll give us Posies,
And Garlands of Roses,
AH, Mary! what, do you for dolly not care?
And why is she left on the floor?
They fought like demons of the night
Beneath a shrunken moon,
What shall I sing you,
my pretty maid?
THERE were two friends, a very charming pair,
Brunette the brown, and Blanchidine the fair;
DID you know, little child,
Ere you left the outer wild,
O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave,
And bid farewell to each retiring hill,
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