Excerpt: ...high and low of every kind, Marched in unconscious capture, with a rapture undefined! How the horsemen, two and two, with their plumes of white and blue, And crimson, gold and purple, nodding by at me and you. Waved the banners that they bore, as the Knights in days of yore, Till our glad eyes gleamed and glistened like the spangles that they wore! Illustration: The Circus-Day Parade How the graceless-graceful stride of the elephant was eyed, And the capers of the little horse that cantered at his side! How the ...
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Excerpt: ...high and low of every kind, Marched in unconscious capture, with a rapture undefined! How the horsemen, two and two, with their plumes of white and blue, And crimson, gold and purple, nodding by at me and you. Waved the banners that they bore, as the Knights in days of yore, Till our glad eyes gleamed and glistened like the spangles that they wore! Illustration: The Circus-Day Parade How the graceless-graceful stride of the elephant was eyed, And the capers of the little horse that cantered at his side! How the shambling camels, tame to the plaudits of their fame, With listless eyes came silent, masticating as they came. Illustration: How the cages jolted past How the cages jolted past, with each wagon battened fast, And the mystery within it only hinted of at last From the little grated square in the rear, and nosing there The snout of some strange animal that sniffed the outer air! And, last of all, The Clown, making mirth for all the town, With his lips curved ever upward and his eyebrows ever down, And his chief attention paid to the little mule that played A tattoo on the dashboard with his heels, in the parade. Oh! the Circus-Day parade! How the bugles played and played! And how the glossy horses tossed their flossy manes and neighed. As the rattle and the rhyme of the tenor-drummer's time Filled all the hungry hearts of us with melody sublime! Illustration: And, last of all, the clown THE LUGUBRIOUS WHING-WHANG Illustration: The Lugubrious Whing-Whang-Title The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best Is Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs, - 'Cause that-un's the strangest of all o' the rest, An' the worst to learn, an' the last one guessed, An' the funniest one, an' the foolishest.- Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs! I don't know what in the world it means- Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!- An' nen when I tell him I don't, he leans Like he was a-grindin' on some machines An' says: Ef I don't, w'y, I don't know...
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Add this copy of Child-Rhymes (Granger Index Reprint Series) to cart. $13.91, fair condition, Sold by ThriftBooks-Dallas rated 5.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Dallas, TX, UNITED STATES, published 1977 by Ayer Co Pub.
Add this copy of Child-Rhymes (Granger Index Reprint Series) to cart. $13.92, good condition, Sold by Bookmans rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Tucson, AZ, UNITED STATES, published 1970 by Ayer Co Pub.
I ordered this book to read aloud to my grandchildren; I remember these poems from my elementary school years and some through high school. This is a warm book; very pleasant reading. Every library should include this book of poems. They're classics.
