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- WYNKEN,
BLYNKEN, AND NOD
- by Eugene
Field
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- Wynken,
Blynken, and Nod one night
- Sailed
off in a wooden shoe, --
- Sailed
on a river of crystal light
- Into a
sea of dew.
- "Where
are you going, and what do you wish?"
- The
old moon asked the three.
- "We
have come to fish for the herring fish
- That
live in this beautiful sea;
- Nets
of silver and gold have we!"
- Said
Wynken,
- Blynken,
- And
Nod.
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- The
old moon laughed and sang a song,
- As
they rocked in the wooden shoe;
- And
the wind that sped them all night long
- Ruffled
the waves of dew.
- The
little stars were the herring fish
- That
lived in that beautiful sea---
- "Now
cast your nets wherever you wish,---
- Never
afeard are we!"
- So
cried the stars to the fishermen three,
- Wynken,
- Blynken,
- And
Nod.
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- All
night long their nets they threw
- To the
stars in the twinkling foam,---
- Then
down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
- Bringing
the fishermen home:
- "Twas
all so pretty a sail, it seemed
- As if
it could not be;
- And
some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd
dreamed
- Of
sailing that beautiful sea;
- But I
shall name you the fishermen three:
- Wynken,
- Blynken,
- And
Nod.
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- 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;
- So
shut your eyes while Mother sings
- Of
wonderful sights that be,
- And
you shall see the beautiful things
- As you
rock in the misty sea
- Where
the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:---
- Wynken,
- Blynken,
- And
Nod.
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- WHO
HAS SEEN THE WIND?
- Christina
Rossetti
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- Who
has seen the wind?
- Neither
I nor you:
- But
when the leaves hang trembling,
- The
wind is passing through.
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- Who
has seen the wind?
- Neither
you nor I:
- But
when the trees bow down their heads,
- The
wind is passing by.
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- THANKSGIVING
DAY
- Lydia Maria
Child
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- Over
the river and through the wood,
- To
grandfather's house we go;
- The
horse knows the way
- To
carry the sleigh
- Through
the white and drifted snow.
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- Over
the river and through the wood---
- Oh,
how the wind does blow!
- It
stings the toes
- And
bites the nose,
- As
over the ground we go.
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- Over
the river and through the wood,
- To
have a first-rate play.
- Hear
the bells ring,
- "Ting-a-ling-ding!"
- Hurrah
for Thanksgiving Day!
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- Over
the river and through the wood
- Trot
fast, my dapple-gray!
- Spring
over the ground,
- Like a
hunting-hound!
- For
this is Thanksgiving Day.
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- Over
the river and through the wood,
- And
straight through the barnyard gate.
- We
seem to go
- Extremely
slow,---
- It is
so hard to wait
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- Over
the river and through the wood---
- Now
grandmother's cap I spy!
- Hurrah
for the fun!
- Is the
pudding done?
- Hurrah
for the pumpkin-pie!
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- ONLY
MY OPINION
- Monica
Shannon
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- Is a
caterpillar ticklish?
- Well,
it's always my belief
- That
he giggles, as he wiggles
- Across
a hairy leaf.
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- MICE
- Rose
Fyleman
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- I
think mice
- Are
rather nice.
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- Their
tails are long,
- Their
faces small,
- They
haven't any
- Chins
at all.
- Their
ears are pink,
- Their
teeth are white,
- They
run about
- The
house at night.
- They
nibble things
- They
shouldn't touch
- And no
one seems
- To
like them much.
-
- But I
think mice
- Are
nice.
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- THE
LITTLE TURTLE
- Vachel
Lindsay
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- There
was a little turtle.
- He
lived in a box.
- He
swam in a puddle.
- He
climbed on the rocks.
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- He
snapped at a mosquito.
- He
snapped at a flea.
- He
snapped at a minnow.
- And he
snapped at me.
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- He
caught the mosquito.
- He
caught the flea.
- He
caught the minnow.
- But he
didn't catch me.
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- THE
NIGHT WIND
- Eugene
Field
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- Have
you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"?
- 'Tis a
pitiful sound to hear!
- It
seems to chill you through and through
- With a
strange and speechless fear.
- 'Tis
the voice of the night that broods outside
- When
folk should be asleep,
- And
many and many's the time I've cried
- To the
darkness brooding far and wide
- Over
the land and the deep:
- "Whom
do you want, O lonely night,
- That
you wail the long hours through?"
- And
the night would say in its ghostly way:
- "Yoooooooo!
- Yoooooooo!
- Yoooooooo!"
-
- My
mother told me long ago
- (When
I was a little tad)
- That
when the night went wailing so,
- Somebody
had been bad;
- And
then, when I was snug in bed,
- Whither
I had been sent,
- With
the blankets pulled up round my head,
- I'd
think of what my mother'd said,
- And
wonder what boy she meant!
- And
"Who's been bad to-day?" I'd ask
- Of the
wind that hoarsely blew,
- And
the voice would say in its meaningful way:
- "Yoooooooo!
- Yoooooooo!
- Yoooooooo!"
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- That
this was true I must allow---
- You'll
not believe it, though!
- Yes,
though I'm quite a model now,
- I was
not always so.
- And if
you doubt what things I say,
- Suppose
you make the test;
- Suppose,
when you've been bad some day
- And up
to bed are sent away
- From
mother and the rest---
- Suppose
you ask, "Who has been bad?"
- And
then you'll hear what's true;
- For
the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone:
- "Yoooooooo!
- Yoooooooo!
- Yoooooooo!"
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- THE
PIZZA
- Ogden
Nash
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- Look
at itsy-bitsy Mitzi!
- See
her figure slim and ritzy!
- She
eats a
- Pizza!
- Greedy
Mitzi!
- She no
longer itsy-bitsy!
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- OODLES
OF NOODLES
- Lucia and
James L. Hymes, Jr.
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- I love
noodles. Give me oodles.
- Make a
mound up to the sun.
- Noodles
are my favorite foodles
- I eat
noodles by the ton.
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- ONE
MISTY, MOISTY MORNING
- Anonymous
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- One
misty, moisty morning,
- When
cloudy was the weather,
- I
chanced to meet an old man,
- Clothed
all in leather.
- He
began to compliment
- And I
began to grin.
- How do
you do? And how do you do?
- And
how do you do again?
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NOVEMBER
POETRY