Rhymes for the Young Folk. Allingham William
branches plumed with snow—
Alas! in Winter, dead and dark,
Where can poor Robin go?
Robin, Robin Redbreast,
O Robin dear,
And a crumb of bread for Robin,
His little heart to cheer.
AMY MARGARET.
Amy Margaret's five years old,
Amy Margaret's hair is gold,
Dearer twenty-thousand-fold
Than gold, is Amy Margaret.
"Amy" is friend, is "Margaret"
The pearl for crown or carkanet?
Or peeping daisy, Summer's pet?
Which are you, Amy Margaret?
A friend, a daisy, and a pearl;
A kindly, simple, precious girl—
Such, howsoe'er the world may twirl,
Be ever—Amy Margaret!
JINGLE, JANGLE!
Jingle, jangle!
Riot and wrangle!
What shall we do
With people like you?
Here's Jingle!
There's Jangle!
Here's Riot!
There's Wrangle!
Never was seen such a turbulent crew!
You, north must go
To a hut of snow;
You, south, in a trice,
To an island of spice;
You, off to Persia
And sit on a hill,
You, to that chair
And be five minutes' still!
DREAMING.
A strange little Dream
On a long star-beam
Ran down from the midnight skies,
To curly-hair'd Fred
Asleep in his bed,
With the lids on his merry blue eyes.
Under each lid
The thin Dream slid,
And spread to a picture inside,
A new World there,
Most strange and rare,
Tho' just by our garden-side.
Rivers and Rocks,
And a Treasure-Box,
And Floating in Air without wings,
And the Speaking Beast,
And a Royal Feast,
My chair beside the King's;
A Land of Flowers,
And of lofty Towers
Carved over in marble white
With living Shapes
Of Panthers and Apes
That gambol in ceaseless flight;
And a Cellar small
With its Cave in the Wall
Stretching many a mile underground!
And the Rope from the Moon!—
Fred woke too soon,
For its end could never be found.
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I LOVE YOU, DEAR.I love you, Dear, I love you, Dear,You can't think how I love you, Dear!Supposing IWere a Butterfly,I'd waver around and above you, Dear. |
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| A long way off I spied you, Dear,No bonnet or hat could hide you, Dear,If I were a Bird,Believe my word,I'd sing every day beside you, Dear. | ||
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| When you're away I miss you, Dear,And now you're here I'll kiss you, Dear,And beg you will takeThis flow'r for my sake,And my love along with this, you Dear! |
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SEASONS.
In Spring-time, the Forest,
In Summer, the Sea,
In Autumn, the Mountains,
In Winter—ah me!
How gay, the old branches
A-swarm with new buds,
The primrose and bluebell
Fresh-blown in the woods,
All green things unfolding,
Where merry birds sing!
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