Children's Verse
A robin redbreast, fluting there Upon the apple-bough, Is telling all the world how fair Are apple-blossoms now; The honey-dew its sweetness spills From cuckoo-cups, and all The crocuses and daffodils Are drest for festival!
The yellow kernels, oh, see them grow White as cotton or flakes of snow! _Pop! Pop!_ O-ho, how they frolic and fly about And turn themselves suddenly inside out! _Pop-pop-poppet...
1. Chapter 1A robin redbreast, fluting there Upon the apple-bough, Is telling all the world how fair Are apple-blossoms now; The honey-dew its sweetness spills From cuckoo-cups, and all The...
3. Chapter 3Said the first one, "I shall be Chosen for a Christmas-tree!" Said the second, "I shall light Christ Jesus on His way to-night!" Then the third one sighed, "Ah me, I know not wh...