The Treasure Book of Children's Verse - FAIRIES AND FANCIES

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THE TREASURE BOOK OF CHILDREN'S VERSE

ARRANGED BY

MABEL AND LILIAN QUILLER-COUCH

ILLUSTRATED BY M. THELDREDA GRAY

FAIRIES AND FANCIES

BIRDS AND FLOWERS, BEASTS AND INSECTS(1)

BIRDS AND FLOWERS, BEASTS AND INSECTS(2)

STORIES IN VERSE

ROMANCE AND HEROISM

FUN AND FROLIC

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

PREFACE

"OUGHT I not to be grateful for all these blessings which I possess without deserving them ?" Such were the thoughts inculcated in the minds of good children of the days of Sandford and Merton. The more natural type of the " human boy " of this century, and perhaps of all time, is represented by Master Tommy Merton, "who had hitherto enjoyed all the good things of this life without reflecting from whom he had received them." Young readers of this selection will, we hope, thank those who present them with a copy of it; but we fear that only in the roundabout manner of tacit appreciation will they show gratitude to the authors of the poems.
The editors, however, must nol forgo the opportunity and the duty of thanking all*who have enabled them to compile this volume and make it as good as it is. To those who are no longer here to read our words we tender silent gratitude for the wealth they have left to us. But to those other poets who have so generously helped us, and are, happily, still in our midst, we wish to offer our very sincere thanks. In several cases not only have the authors granted us permission to make use of their poems, but their personal interest has been taken in the selection, and the proofs have been read by them.
Mr. Alfred Noyes for four poems; to Mr. A. St. John Adcock for one poem ; to Mr. Canton and Messrs. Hodder and Stoughton for three poems ; to Mr. Norman Gale for two poems; to Sir Everard Hastings Doyle for one poem ; to Mrs. Robertson-Glasgow for one poem ; to Mr. Walter de la Mare for three poems ; to Messrs. Allen and Sons for one poem by W. Gory ; to Mrs. Allingham for three poems by William Allingham ; to Mr. John Lane for two poems by Eugene Field. Acknowledgments are also gladly made to Messrs. Longmans for three poems by Stevenson ; to Messrs. Allen and Sons for four poems by George MacDonald; and to Mr. John Lane for three poems by W. Brighty Rands.
In some cases it has been extremely difficult to trace and find the author of a poem, but we sincerely hope that nothing has been used by us wrongfully; and if by chance we have been guilty of neglect .in acknowledging our obligations, we trust that our hokiest endeavours to trace all poems to their authors wilt be: accepted as our apology.

M. Q.-G.   

L. Q.-G.   

The Wonder Clock by Howard Pyle (Part 1)

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The Wonder Clock

by Howard Pyle

PREFACE.

I PUT on my dream -cap one day and stepped into Wonderland.
Along the road I jogged and never dusted my shoes, and all the time the pleasant sun shone and never burned my back, and the little white clouds floated across the blue sky and never let fall a drop of rain to wet my jacket. And by and by I came to a steep hill.
I climbed the hill, though I had more than one tumble in doing it, and there, on the tip-top, I found a house as old as the world itself.
That was where Father Time lived ; and who should sit in the sun at the door, spinning away for dear life, but Time's Grandmother herself; and if you would like to know how old she is you will have to climb to the top of the church steeple and ask the wind as he sits upon the weather-cock, humming the tune of Over-yonder song to himself. " Good-morning," says Time's Grandmother to me. " Good-morning," says I to her. " And what do you seek here ?" says she to me. " I come to look for odds and ends," says I to her. " Very well," says she ; " just climb the stairs to the garret, and there you will find more than ten men can think about."
" Thank you," says I, and up the stairs I went. There I found all manner of queer forgotten things which had been laid away, nobody but Time and his Grandmother could tell where.
Over in the corner was a great, tall clock, that had stood there silently with never a tick or a ting since men began to grow too wise for toys and trinkets.