Those who heed the treacherous wooing Will his faithless guidance rue; What we always put off doing, We shall reach what we endeavor If on Now we more rely; -Author not known. For Memorizing I ONCE HAD A SWEET LITTLE DOLL. I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, As I played on the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears, I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day; And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears, The prettiest doll in the world. -Charles Kingsley. THE BROOK. I come from haunts of coot and hern, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down the valley. For Memorizing By thirty hills I hurry down, Till last by Philip's farm I flow I chatter over stony ways, With many a curve my bank I fret And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, I wind about, and in and out, For Memorizing And here and there a foamy flake With many a silvery waterbreak And draw them all along and flow I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, I murmur under moon and stars And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go But I go on forever. -Tennyson. |