Literature for Children

Name: Literature for Children
Author: Lowe, Orton

Lowe, Orton

Children's literature

Fast they come, fast they come;
              See how they gather!
          Wide waves the eagle plume
              Blended with heather.
          Cast your plaids, draw your blades,
              Forward each man set!
          Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
              Knell for the onset!
                             --SIR WALTER SCOTT.


INDIAN SUMMER

                    From gold to gray
                    Our mild, sweet day
          Of Indian summer fades too soon:
                    But tenderly
                    Above the sea
          Hangs, white and calm, the hunter's moon.

                    In its pale fire
                    The village spire
          Shows like the zodiac's spectral lance:
                    The painted walls
                    Whereon it falls
          Transfigured stand in marble trance.
                             --JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER.


MORNING

          Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
          Jest and youthful Jollity,
          Quips and Cranks, and wanton Wiles,
          Nods, and Becks, and wreathèd Smiles,
          Such as hang on Hebe's cheek,
          And love to live in dimple sleek;
          Sport that wrinkled Care derides,
          And Laughter holding both his sides.
          Come, and trip it as you go
          On the light fantastic toe;
          And in thy right hand lead with thee
          The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty;
          And if I give thee honour due,
          Mirth, admit me of thy crew,
          To live with her, and live with thee,
          In unreprovèd pleasures free;
          To hear the Lark begin his flight,
          And singing startle the dull night,
          From his watch-tower in the skies,
          Till the dappled dawn doth rise;
          Then to come, in spite of sorrow,
          And at my window bid good morrow,
          Through the sweetbrier, or the vine,
          Or the twisted eglantine:
          While the Cock with lively din,
          Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
          And to the stack, or the barn door,
          Stoutly struts his dames before,
          Oft list'ning how the hounds and horn
          Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn,
          From the side of some hoar hill,
          Through the high wood echoing shrill.
          Sometime walking not unseen
          By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green,
          Right against the eastern gate,
          Where the great Sun begins his state,
          Robed in flames and amber light,
          The clouds in thousand liveries dight:
          While the ploughman, near at hand,
          Whistles o'er the furrow'd land,
          And the milkmaid singeth blithe,
          And the mower whets his scythe,
          And every shepherd tells his tale
          Under the hawthorn in the dale.
                             --JOHN MILTON.


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Literature for Children

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