A Child's Garden of Verses Quotes

At the Seaside When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore, My holes were empty like a cup, In every hole the sea came up Till it could come no more

Rain The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea.

Foreign Lands Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next-door garden lie, Adorned with flowers, before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had never seen before.

Looking Forward When I am grown to man’s estate I shall be very proud and great, And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.

The Whole Duty of Children A child should always say what’s true And speak when he is spoken to, And behave mannerly at table; At least as far as he is able.

Singing Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships upon the seas. The children sing in far Japan, The children sing in Spain; The organ with the organ man Is singing in the rain.

“Fairy Bread Come up here, O dusty feet! Here is fairy bread to eat, Here in my retiring room, Children, you may dine On the golden smell of broom And the shade of the pine; And when you have eaten well, Fairy stories hear and tell.”

“Time to Rise A birdie with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: ‘Ain’t you ‘shamed, you sleepy-head!’ ”

“Windy Nights Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by, Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about? Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea, By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he, By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again.”

“Autumn Fires In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The gay smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!”