Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Wynken, Blynken and Nod, one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe-
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
into the sea of dwe.
"Where are you going and what do you whish?
The old moon asked the three
"We have como to fish for the herring fish
that live in the beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we¡"
Said Wynken, Blynken and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song
As they rocked in the wooden shoe
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffed the waves of dwe.
The little stars were the herring fish
that lived in that beautiful sea-
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish,
Never a fear are we"
So cried the stars to the fisherman three
Wynken, Blynken and Nod

All nights long the nets they threw
to the stars in the twinkling foams-
 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,

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 your rock in the misty sea.
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken and Nod


EUGENE FIELD

THE DAFFODILS


I wandered  lonely as a cloud
That  floats  on high o´er vales and hills.
Well    alll at once  I  saw a crowk,
A host of  golden daffodils:
beside the lake, beneath the  trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the  breeze

Continuous as the stars thar shine
And twinkle on the milky way
They stretched  in never-ending line                       






Along the  margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a   glance
Toossing their heads  in springhly dance,

The waves beside then danced, but o

My Shadow

I have a little shadow, thar goes in and
out whith me.
And what can be the use of him is more than
I can see.
He is, very very like me, from the heels up to
the head;
And I see him jump before me when I jump
into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he
he likes to grow.
Not al all, like proper children, which is
Always very slow
For he sometimes shoot up taller, like an
india rubber ball.
And he sometimes gets so little that there´s
none of him al all
He hasn´t got a notion of how children ought
to play
And can only make a fool of me in every
sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he´s a coward,
you can see.
I´d think shame to stick to nursie as that
shadow, sticks to me
One morning very early before the sun was
up
I rose and found the shining dwe on every
Buttercup
But my lazy little shadow, like and arrant
sleepy- head
Had Stayed at home behind me, and was fast
asleep in bed.


William Shakespeare

A Farewell

My fairest child, I have no song to give you
No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray.
Yet, if you will, one quiet hint I´ll leave you,
For every day
I´ll teach you how to sing a clearer carol
Than lark who hails the dawn o´er breezy
down.
To earn yourself a purer poet´s laurel
Than Shakespeare´s crown
Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever,
Do noble things, not dream them, all day long
And so make Life, Death, and that vast Forever
One grand, swwet song.

CHARLES KINGSLEY

On his blindness.

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is deadth to hide
Lodg´d with me useless though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker ,and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
"Doth God exact day-labour, light deni´d'?"
I fondly ask, but Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Either man´s work, or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild joke, they serve him best: his state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o´er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.

MILTON (Sonneto)

When the assault was intended to the City

Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize,
If ever deed of honour did thee please,
Guard them, and him whitin protect from harms:
He can requite thee, for he knows the charms
That call fame on such gentle acts as these:
Whatever clime the sun´s bright circle warms.
Lift not thy spear agaisnt the Muses´bow´r
The great Emaphian conqueror bid spare
The house of Pindarus, when temple and tow´r
Went to the ground; and the repeted air
Of sad Electra´s poet had the power
To save th´ Athenian walls from ruin bare

MILTON (Sonnet)

Song- On May morning

Now the bright morning star, day´s harbinger,
Comes, dancing from the East, and leads with her
the flow´ry May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose
Hail bounteous. May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire;
Woods and groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and dale, doth boast thy blessing;
Thus we salute thee with our early song,    
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

MILTON

At a solemn music

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heave´n´s joy,
 Sphere- born harmoniouos sisters, Voice and Verse,
 Wed your divine sounds; and  mix´d power employ
 Dead things with inbreath´d sense able to pierce;
 And to our high rais´d phantasy present
 That undisturbed song of pure concert,
 Aye sung before the sapphire- colour throne
To him that sits thereon
Whit saintly shout, and solemn jubilee:
Where the brigth seraphin in burning row
Their loud up-lifted angel trumpets blow,
And the cherubic host in thousand quires
Touch their inmortal harps or golden wires,
With those just spirits that wears victorious palms
Hymn Devout, and holy psalms
Singing everlastingly:
That we on earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer thar melodious noise
As once we did, till disproportion´d sin
Jarr´d against nature´s chime and whith harsh din
Broke the fair music that all creatures mede
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway´d
In perfect diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that song
And keep in time with Hev´n. Till God ere long
To his celestial consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light.



MILTON