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Page 176 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
Page 282 - Oh, dear, what shall we do?" But the gingham dog and the calico cat Wallowed this way and tumbled that, Employing every tooth and claw In the awfullest way you ever saw — And, oh!
Page 282 - The gingham dog and the calico cat Side by side on the table sat; Twas half past twelve, and (what do you think!) Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink! The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate Appeared to know as sure as fate There was going to be a terrible spat. (I wasn't there: I simply state What was told to me by the Chinese plate!) The gingham dog went, "Bowwowwow!" And the calico cat replied, "Mee'ow!
Page 273 - Father calls me William, sister calls me Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! Mighty glad I ain'ta girl - ruther be a boy, Without them sashes, curls, an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy! Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!
Page 226 - Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging — Swinging the nest where her little one lies. Away out yonder I see a star, — Silvery star with a tinkling song ; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling — Calling and tinkling the night along. In through the window a moonbeam comes, — Little gold moonbeam with misty wings ; All silently creeping, it asks, " Is he sleeping — Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings...
Page 269 - Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street Comes stealing; comes creeping; The poppies they hang from her head to her feet, And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet — She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet, When she findeth you sleeping! There is one little dream of a beautiful drum — "Rub-a-dub!
Page 248 - And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 249 - And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue — Oh ! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true...