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Mother Goose: Ladybird

LADYBIRD
Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home!
Your house is on fire, your children all gone,
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan.

Mother Goose: Old Grimes

OLD GRIMES
Old Grimes is dead, that good old man,
     We ne’er shall see him more;
He used to wear a long brown coat
     All buttoned down before.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in 1807 in Portland, Maine. His ancestors included pilgrims who sailed from England to America on the Mayflower, and his grandfather was both a general in the American Revolutionary War and a congressman.

Longfellow was a kind-hearted boy who always tried to do the right thing. After shooting a robin, he was so upset that he never hunted again. He loved reading Washington Irving’s tales like Sleepy Hollow and Rip Van Winkle. At thirteen, he wrote a poem about Lovewell’s fight with the Indians and sent it to a newspaper, which published it. When a judge criticized the poem as “stiff” and borrowed from other poets, Longfellow felt hurt, but he didn’t quit. He kept writing and eventually became a celebrated poet.

Longfellow was an avid student who loved learning and reading. He went to Bowdoin College and later became a professor there. After studying in Europe, he taught at Harvard College.

Longfellow was one of the five New England poets known as the “Fireside Poets.” He wrote many song-like poems celebrated for their musical quality, often weaving in tales from myths and legends. He became the most popular American poet of his time, with his work admired both at home and abroad. Some critics felt he borrowed too much from European styles or that his poetry was overly sentimental.

In his life, Longfellow married, had six children, toured Europe worked as a college professor, and became a well-known poet. Longfellow faced sadness in his life. His first wife, Mary Potter, passed away in 1835. His second wife, Frances Appleton, died in 1861 after her dress accidentally caught fire. After this tragedy, it was hard for Longfellow to write poetry for a while. He spent time translating books from other languages instead. Longfellow passed away in 1882 of peritonitis in Cambridge, Massachusetts at the age of 75.

Poems:

Mother Goose: Over the Water

OVER THE WATER
Over the water, and over the sea,
And over the water to Charley,
I’ll have none of your nasty beef,
Nor I’ll have none of your barley;
But I’ll have some of your very best flour
To make a white cake for my Charley.

Mother Goose: Candle-Saving

CANDLE-SAVING

To make your candles last for aye,
You wives and maids give ear-O!
To put them out’s the only way,
Says honest John Boldero.

The Brook by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I come from haunts of coot’ and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.

Till last by Philip’s farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel.

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on forever.

Christmas Greetings by Lewis Carroll

Lady dear, if Fairies may

For a moment lay aside

Cunning tricks and elfish play,

‘Tis at happy Christmas-tide.

We have heard the children say –

Gentle children, whom we love –

Long ago, on Christmas Day,

Came a message from above.

Still, as Christmastide comes round,

They remember it again –

Echo still the joyful sound

‘Peace on earth, goodwill to men!’

Yet the hearts must childlike be

Where such heavenly guests abide:

Unto children, in their glee,

All the year is Christmas-tide!

Thus, forgetting tricks and play

For a moment, Lady dear,

We would wish you, if we may,

Merry Christmas, glad New Year!

Mother Goose: A Cock and Bull Story

A COCK AND BULL STORY
The cock’s on the housetop blowing his horn;
The bull’s in the barn a-threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadows are making of hay;
The ducks in the river are swimming away.

The Circus by Fannie Stearns Davis


“The Circus comes this week!
And there might be a skating bear,
And white Arabian horses there.
And popcorn, and balloons,
Gold, purple, scarlet moons, –
And great wise elephants,
And dogs that count and dance,
And cowboys! We shall see!”

Mother Goose: The Little Girl with a Curl

THE LITTLE GIRL WITH A CURL
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.

note: horrid means very unpleasant or disagreeable: