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Poems Every Child Should Know by  Mary E. Burt

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Poems Every Child Should Know
by Mary E. Burt
An outstanding collection of poems that appeal to both boys and girls, compiled by a teacher who believed in the formative power of learning poetry by heart. 'Children,' she maintains, 'should build for their future and get, while they are children, what only the fresh imagination of the child can assimilate. They should store up an untold wealth of heroic sentiment; they should acquire the habit of carrying a literary quality in their conversation; they should carry a heart full of the fresh and delightful associations and memories connected with poetry hours to brighten mature years. They should develop their memories while they have memories to develop.' The poems are grouped into six sections (The Budding Moment, The Little Child, The Day's at the Morn, Lad and Lassie, On and On, 'Grow Old Along with Me') to make it easier to locate poems that match a child's maturity.  Ages 8-12
391 pages $14.95   




"The Flying Squirrel" is an honest account of a live creature that won his way into scores of hearts by his mad pranks and affectionate ways. It is enough that John Burroughs has commended the poem.

Of all the woodland creatures,

The quaintest little sprite


Is the dainty flying squirrel

In vest of shining white,

In coat of silver gray,

And vest of shining white.

His furry Quaker jacket

Is trimmed with stripe of black;

A furry plume to match it

Is curling o'er his back;

New curved with every motion,

His plume curls o'er his back.

No little new-born baby

Has pinker feet than he;

Each tiny toe is cushioned

With velvet cushions three;

Three wee, pink, velvet cushions

Almost too small to see.

Who said, "The foot of baby

Might tempt an angel's kiss"?

I know a score of school-boys

Who put their lips to this,—

This wee foot of the squirrel,

And left a loving kiss.

The tiny thief has hidden

My candy and my plum;

Ah, there he comes unbidden

To gently nip my thumb,—

Down in his home (my pocket)

He gently nips my thumb.


How strange the food he covets,

The restless, restless wight;—

Fred's old stuffed armadillo

He found a tempting bite,

Fred's old stuffed armadillo,

With ears a perfect fright.

The Lady Ruth's great bureau,

Each foot a dragon's paw!

The midget ate the nails from

His famous antique claw.

Oh, what a cruel beastie

To hurt a dragon's claw!

To autographic copies

Upon my choicest shelf,—

To every dainty volume

The rogue has helped himself.

My books! Oh dear! No matter!

The rogue has helped himself.

And yet, my little squirrel,

Your taste is not so bad;

You've swallowed Caird completely

And psychologic Ladd.

Rosmini you've digested,

And Kant in rags you've clad.

Gnaw on, my elfish rodent!

Lay all the sages low!

My pretty lace and ribbons,

They're yours for weal or woe!

My pocket-book's in tatters

Because you like it so.


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