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# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/Sunset on the Bearcamp

SUNSET ON THE BEARCAMP
A gold fringe on the purpling hem Of hills the river runs, As down its long, green valley falls
The last of summer’s suns. Along its tawny gravel-bed Broad-flowing, swift, and still, As if its meadow levels felt The hurry of the hill, Noiseless between its banks of green From curve to curve it slips; The drowsy maple-shadows rest Like fingers on its lips.
A waif from Carroll’s wildest hills, Unstoried and unknown; The ursine legend of its name Prowls on its banks alone. Yet flowers as fair its slopes adorn As ever Yarrow knew, Or, under rainy Irish skies, By Spenser’s Mulla grew; And through the gaps of leaning trees Its mountain cradle shows: The gold against the amethyst, The green against the rose.
Touched by a light that hath no name, A glory never sung, Aloft on sky and mountain wall Are God’s great pictures hung. How changed the summits vast and old! No longer granite-browed, They melt in rosy mist; the rock Is softer than the cloud; The valley holds its breath; no leaf Of all its elms is twirled: The silence of eternity Seems falling on the world.
The pause before the breaking seals Of mystery is this; Yon miracle-play of night and day Makes dumb its witnesses. What unseen altar crowns the hills That reach up stair on stair? What eyes look through, what white wings fan These purple veils of air? What Presence from the heavenly heights To those of earth stoops down? Not vainly Hellas dreamed of gods On Ida’s snowy crown!
Slow fades the vision of the sky, The golden water pales, And over all the valley-land A gray-winged vapor sails. I go the common way of all; The sunset fires will burn, The flowers will blow, the river flow, When I no more return. No whisper from the mountain pine Nor lapsing stream shall tell The stranger, treading where I tread, Of him who loved them well.
But beauty seen is never lost, God’s colors all are fast; The glory of this sunset heaven Into my soul has passed, A sense of gladness unconfined To mortal date or clime; As the soul liveth, it shall live Beyond the years of time. Beside the mystic asphodels Shall bloom the home-born flowers, And new horizons flush and glow With sunset hues of ours.
Farewell! these smiling hills must wear Too soon their wintry frown, And snow-cold winds from off them shake The maple’s red leaves down. But I shall see a summer sun Still setting broad and low; The mountain slopes shall blush and bloom, The golden water flow. A lover’s claim is mine on all I see to have and hold,— The rose-light of perpetual hills, And sunsets never cold!
# The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier/Storm on Lake Asquam

STORM ON LAKE ASQUAM
A cloud, like that the old-time Hebrew saw On Carmel prophesying rain, began To lift itself o’er wooded Cardigan, Growing and blackening. Suddenly, a flaw
Of chill wind menaced; then a strong blast beat Down the long valley’s murmuring pines, and woke The noon-dream of the sleeping lake, and broke Its smooth steel mirror at the mountains’ feet.
Thunderous and vast, a fire-veined darkness swept Over the rough pine-bearded Asquam range; A wraith of tempest, wonderful and strange, From peak to peak the cloudy giant stepped.
One moment, as if challenging the storm, Chocorua’s tall, defiant sentinel Looked from his watch-tower; then the shadow fell, And the wild rain-drift blotted out his form.
And over all the still unhidden sun, Weaving its light through slant-blown veils of rain, Smiled on the trouble, as hope smiles on pain; And, when the tumult and the strife were done,
With one foot on the lake, and one on land, Framing within his crescent’s tinted streak A far-off picture of the Melvin peak, Spent broken clouds the rainbow’s angel spanned.
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# The Butterfly in honored Dust

The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly —
# The Butterfly (Sigourney)

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The Ladies' repository: a monthly periodical, devoted to literature, arts, and religion. Cincinnati: April 1842. Page 125.
A BUTTERFLY bask'd on a baby's grave,
 Where a lily had chanced to grow:
"Why art thou here, with thy gaudy die,
When she of the blue and sparkling eye,
 Must sleep in the church-yard low?"
Then it lightly soar'd through the sunny air,
 And spoke from its shining track:
"I was a worm till I won my wings,
And she whom thou mourn'st like a seraph sings:
 Would'st thou call the bless'd one back?"
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# The Butterfly and the Bee

* "The Butterfly and the Bee" in Poems That Every Child Should Know (1904).
* "The Butterfly and the Bee" in An Argosy of Fables (1921).
# The Buxom dame of Reading, or, The cuckold's cap

THE
Buxom Dame of Reading;
OR, THE
Cuckold's Сар.
To which are added,
A SUMMER PIECE. A WINTER PIECE. PLATO'S ADVICE. Has ſhe not dole enough that has an OLD MAN. The KING and the MILLER. LOVELY NYMPH.
Entered according to Order,
* The Buxom dame of Reading, or, The cuckold's cap
* A Summer Piece
* A Winter Piece
* Plato's Advice
* Has she not dole enough that has an Old Man
* The King and the Miller
* Lovely Nymph
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# The Butterfly upon the Sky

The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn't know its Name And hasn't any tax to pay And hasn't any Home Is just as high as you and I, And higher, I believe, So soar away and never sigh And that's the way to grieve —
# The Butterfly's Assumption Gown

* "The butterfly's assumption-gown" in Poems (1890)
* "The butterfly's assumption-gown" in The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1924)
# The Baby's Opera

The Baby's Opera is a collection of English nursery rhymes, created by printer Edmund Evans and artist Walter Crane and first published in London in 1873. It was a very popular collection and underwent many reprintings. While the various reprintings are largely identical with regard to their text and music content, Evans made several changes to the illustrations between editions.
* The Baby's Opera (McLoughlin Bros., 1878)
* The Baby's Opera (F. Warne & Co., 1900)
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Baa! Baa! Black Sheep

·BAA!·BAA! BLACK·SHEEP·
"Baa! Baa! Black sheep, have you any wool?" "Yes, marry, have I, three bags full;
One for my master, and one for my dame, But none for the little boy that lives down the lane!"
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Cock Robin and Jenny Wren

1.'Twas on a merry time, When Jenny Wren was young, So neatly as she danced, And so sweetly as she sung, Robin Redbreast loss his heart. He was a gallant bird, He doffed his cap to Jenny Wren,
Requesting to be heard.
2."My dearest Jenny Wren, If you will but be mine, You shall dine on cherry pie, And drink nice currant wine; I'll dress you like a goldfinch, Or like a peacock gay, So if you'll have me, Jenny, dear, Let us appoint the day."
3.Jenny blushed behind her fan And thus declared her mind— "So let it be to-morrow, Rob, "I'll take your offer kind: "Cherry pie is very good, "And so is currant wine; "But I will wear my plain brown gown, "And never dress too fine."
4.Robin Redbreast got up early, All at the break of day, He flew to Jenny Wren's house, And sang a roundelay: He sang of Robin Redbreast, And pretty Jenny Wren, And when he came unto the end, He then began again.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)

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First published 1873.
THE ·BABY'S·OPERA·
·A·BOOK·OF·OLD·RHYMES·with·NEW·DRESSES· By WALTER·CRANE ·THE·MUSIC·BY·THE·EARLIEST·MASTERS·
·THE· ·BABY'S·OPERA·
THE ·BABY'S·OPERA·
WALTER·CRANE; Engraved, & Printed in colours by Edmund Evans. ❦ ·LONDON·&·NEW YORK· ·GEORGE·ROUTLEDGE·AND·SONS·
TO
THE HONOURABLE
MRS. GEORGE HOWARD.
CONTENTS
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# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Dance a Baby

Dance a baby diddy! What can mammy do wid'e? Sit in her lap, Give it some pap, And dance a baby diddy!
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Dickory Dock

·DICKORY·DOCK·
Hickory, dickory dock! The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, dickory dock!
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Ding Dong Bell

·DING·DONG·BELL
Ding dong bell: Pussy's in the well! Who put her in? Little Tommy Lin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that To drown poor pussy cat, Who ne'er did any harm, But killed all the mice in father's barn.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Christmas Day in the Morning

1.Dame, get up and bake your pies, Bake your pies, bake your pies; Dame, get up and bake your pies, On Christmas-day in the morning.
2.Dame, what makes your maidens lie, Maidens lie, maidens lie? Dame, what makes your maidens lie, On Christmas-day in the morning?
3.Dame, what makes your ducks to die, Ducks to die, ducks to die? Dame, what makes your ducks to die, On Christmas-day in the morning?
4.Their wings are cut, they cannot fly, Cannot fly, cannot fly; Their wings are cut, they cannot fly, On Christmas-day in the morning.
# The Baby's Opera (1900)/Bo-Peep

BO PEEP
1.Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep, And didn't know where to find them; Let them alone, they'll all come home And bring their tails behind them.
2.Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating: But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting.
3.Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them. She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed For they'd left their tails behind them.
4.It happened one day as Bo-Peep did stray Into a meadow hard by, There she espied their tails side by side, All hung on a tree to dry.
5.She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, Then went o'er hill and dale, And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, To tack to each sheep its tail.
# The Cat and the Captain/Chapter 7

​THE Cat sat on the roof of the veranda, licking frosting off his coat. He always liked things to be neat, so he had a good deal of washing to do on his busy days. But the frosting was delicious—not at all like the paint. The sun was shining. Two or three birds sang, "Cheer-up, cheer-up," in a tree near by. It was on just such days that the Cat enjoyed sitting all alone by himself on the roof, quietly watching everything.
Yet somehow this afternoon he was worried. He remembered the face at the window last night, and the smell in the morning which ​made him think of the Mate, and the door and window of the spare chamber which he had found so unexpectedly open. He felt responsible, for he alone had noticed these things, and he could tell no one of his anxiety, not even the Captain. If only Susannah had not shut the window, he would have visited all the rooms to see if anything were wrong with them. He was worried. He kept washing his whiskers long after the last bit of frosting was off them. He got a whisker down his throat and nearly coughed his head off. He got a whisker up his nose and nearly sneezed his head off. Then he stopped washing his whiskers and went to look in the windows of the spare chamber. Everything seemed ​in place. There was nothing more that he could do for the time being but forget about it.
From where he lay, he could see out over the harbor and watch the sails moving, and hear the put-putput of the motor launches. Once a sea gull flew over him with a fish hanging out of his bill. Several times he heard steps on the street and people went by. He watched everything they did, but they never saw him lying on the roof, with his toes sedately tucked in under his white shirt front.
About four o'clock the Captain's married daughter and her little boy turned in at the gate. They were coming for tea. They, too, passed right under the Cat but never ​thought to look up. He was looking down at them, though. He saw the flowers on the hat of the Captain's daughter, and the paper pinwheel Ted-Ted was carrying. He heard them knocking at the door and Susannah opening it suddenly, just the way the cuckoo used to open his little door.
The Cat stayed where he was. He hadn't been invited.
But suddenly he heard another sound. It was like a step in the spare chamber. Sh! what's that? The Cat ran to the windows, but he could see nothing unusual. Everything seemed in its place. Perhaps the Captain had come upstairs to get a handkerchief.
# The Cat and the Cock

Perry index 16
* "Of the Catte and of the Chyken", translated by William Caxton, edited by Joseph Jacobs, in The fables of Aesop, as first printed by William Caxton in 1484 (1484)
* "A Cock and a Diamond", translated by Roger L'Estrange, in Fables of Æsop and Other Eminent Mythologists (1692)
* "The Cat and the Cock", translated by George Fyler Townsend, in Three Hundred Æsop's Fables (1867)
* "The Cat and the Cock", translated by Vernon Stanley Jones, illustrated by Arthur Rackham, in Æsop's fables: A New Translation (1912)
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# The Cat and the Captain/Chapter 1

THE Cat was furious. Not a door or window of the house was open. He went to the front door and mewed. He went to the side door (which was almost never used) and mewed. Then he went to the back door and there he mewed loudest and longest.
He could hear Susannah walking around the kitchen, singing to herself. She was always humming to herself like a bumblebee. When something happened to make her ​excited, she made up songs, mostly complaining ones telling how she felt. The Cat knew that Susannah heard him there at her door with his feet in the damp and was glad to keep him out.
If only the Captain were home, he would call, "Susannah! Ship ahoy! Lower the gangway to take on passengers!" But the Captain had taken his cane and gone to see his married daughter. Goodness knows when he'd be back.
The Cat picked his way across the grass, shaking the wet off his feet, for it had been raining. Poor Cat, he hated it! He was thinking of the cushioned chair indoors by the fire where he loved to sit watching the ​flames with sleepy eyes and purring to himself. But he didn't feel like purring now. He climbed up the lilac bush. He knew just where to put each small paw, just how much spring to give, and how deep to stick his claws in the bark. He did everything beautifully. But the leaves shook raindrops down his neck and made him bristle his whiskers.
He climbed a low branch and looked in at the kitchen window. There was Susannah rolling dough for the biscuits the Captain liked. She was little and old and black, and she wore on her head a big red bandanna. When she saw the Cat, she began to laugh and point her ​finger at him. He could hear her singing:
The Cat saw it was no use. Susannah did not like him, and he knew very well she had several good reasons for it. He mewed one last mew, just in case she should change her mind. Then he gave her a look, and went down the lilac, headfirst. He knew now he'd have to wait until the Captain came back, but he wouldn't forget Susannah's meanness—not he! He picked his way through the grass, lifting his feet ​high and walking around the puddles, and went in under the veranda by the little opening that only he knew about. There he sat, out of any one's sight, switching his big black tail.