The Home Book of Verse for Young Folks
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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1915 Original Publisher: H. Holt and Company Subjects: Children's poetry English poetry American poetry Juvenile Nonfiction / Poetry / General Literary Criticism / Poetry Poetry / Anthologies Poetry / American / General Poetry / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of th...
MoreGeneral Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1915 Original Publisher: H. Holt and Company Subjects: Children's poetry English poetry American poetry Juvenile Nonfiction / Poetry / General Literary Criticism / Poetry Poetry / Anthologies Poetry / American / General Poetry / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: The papers always are mislaid, Who had them last but he? There's no one tosses them about But Mr. Nobody. The finger-marks upon the door By none of us are made; We never leave the blinds unclosed, To let the curtains fade. The ink we never spill, the boots That lying round you see Are not our boots; they all belong To Mr. Nobody. A MORTIFYING MISTAKE I studied my tables over and over, and backward and forward, too; But I couldn't remember six times nine, and I didn't know what to do, Till sister told me to play with my doll, and not to bother my head. "If you call her 'Fifty-four' for a while, you'll learn it by heart," she said. So I took my favorite, Mary Ann (though I thought 'twas a dreadful shame To give such a perfectly lovely child such a perfectly horrid name), And I called her my dear little "Fifty-four" a hundred times, till I knew The answer of six times nine as well as the answer of two times two. Next day Elizabeth Wigglesworth, who always acts so proud, Said, "Six times nine is fifty-two," and I nearly laughed aloud! But I wished I hadn't when teacher said, "Now, Dorothy, tell if you can." For I thought of my doll and -- sakes alive! -- I answered, "Mary Ann!" Anna Maria Pratt WISHING Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose, A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the Spring! The stooping bough a...
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