Children poems
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Glad
© Edgar Albert Guest
Theres a battered old drum on the floor,
And a Teddy bear sleeps in my chair,
Upon The Disobedient Child
© John Bunyan
Children become, while little, our delights!
When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's.
The Fountain
© William Wordsworth
We talked with open heart, and tongue
Affectionate and true,
A pair of friends, though I was young,
And Matthew seventy-two.
HMS Pinafore: Act II
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Same Scene. Night. Awning removed. Moonlight. Captain
discovered singing on poop deck, and accompanying himself on
a mandolin. Little Buttercup seated on quarterdeck, gazing
sentimentally at him.
Patient Mercy Jones
© James Thomas Fields
Let us venerate the bones
Of patient Mercy Jones,
Who lies underneath these stones.
The Lady Of La Garaye - Part II
© Caroline Norton
A FIRST walk after sickness: the sweet breeze
That murmurs welcome in the bending trees,
When the cold shadowy foe of life departs,
And the warm blood flows freely through our hearts:
Nathan The Wise - Act III
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
And when this moment comes,
And when this warmest inmost of my wishes
Shall be fulfilled, what then? what then?
The Little Children
© Francis Ledwidge
Hunger points a bony finger
To the workhouse on the hill,
But the little children linger
While there's flowers to gather still
For my sunny window sill.
Dan's Wife
© Anonymous
Up in early morning light,
Sweeping, dusting, "setting right,"
Oiling all the household springs,
Sewing buttons, tying strings,
The Best Land
© Edgar Albert Guest
If I knew a better land on this glorious world of ours,
Where a man gets bigger money and is working shorter hours;
If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine.
I'd pack my goods this minute and I'd sail across the brine.
But I notice when an alien wants a land of hope and cheer
And a future for his children, he comes out and settles here.
Sea-Gulls of Manhattan
© Henry Van Dyke
Children of the elemental mother,
Born upon some lonely island shore
Fallen In The Night!
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
Pelting, undermining, loosening, came the rain;
Through its topmost branches roared the hurricane;
Oft it strained and shivered till the night wore past;
But in dusky daylight there the tree stood fast,
Though its birds had left it, and its leaves were dead,
And its blossoms faded, and its fruit all shed.
Song For A Revolutionary Love
© Sylvia Plath
O throw it away, throw it all away on the wind:
first let the heavenly foliage go,
and page by pride the good books blow;
scatter smug angels with your hand.
Flight of the Wild Geese
© William Ellery Channing
Stirred above the patent ball,
The wild geese flew,
Nor near so wild as that doth me befall,
Or, swollen Wisdom, you.
Longfellow
© Henry Van Dyke
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour
and riches and confusion,
Where there were many running to and fro, and
shouting, and striving together,
In the midst of the hurry and the troubled noise,
I heard the voice of one singing.
Do You Not Father Me
© Dylan Thomas
Do you not father me, nor the erected arm
For my tall tower's sake cast in her stone?
Come down, O Maid
© Alfred Tennyson
COME down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang),
