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    Mother Goose for Grown Folks
    Mother Goose for Grown Folks
    Mother Goose for Grown Folks
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    Mother Goose for Grown Folks

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    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateMay 19, 2021
    ISBN4064066185190
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      Mother Goose for Grown Folks - A. D. T. Whitney

      A. D. T. Whitney

      Mother Goose for Grown Folks

      Published by Good Press, 2021

      goodpress@okpublishing.info

      EAN 4064066185190

      Table of Contents

      INTRODUCTORY.

      BRAHMIC.

      LITTLE BOY BLUE.

      HICCOKY, DICCORY, DOCK.

      BO-PEEP.

      SOLOMON GRUNDY.

      BOWLS.

      CRADLED IN GREEN.

      SIMILIA SIMILIBUS.

      HOBBY-HORSES.

      MISSIONS.

      GOING BACK TO OUR MUTTONS

      GOING TO DOVER.

      RAGS AND ROBES.

      BLACKBIRDS.

      BANBURY CROSS.

      ATTIC SALT.

      THE BIG SHOE.

      VICTUALS AND DRINK.

      DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY.

      BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP!

      THE TWISTER.

      FANTASY.

      JINGLING AND JANGLING.

      THE OLD WOMAN OF SURREY.

      PICKLE PEPPERS.

      HUMPTY DUMPTY.

      SUNDAY AND MONDAY.

      THE MAD HORSE.

      ROSES AND DIAMONDS.

      JACK HORNER.

      INTY, MINTY.

      DOUBLES AND BUBBLES.

      FUNERAL HOLIDAY.

      DISROBED.

      JACK AND JILL.

      CASUS BELLI.

      THE DAYS THAT ARE LONG.

      THREESCORE AND TEN.

      TWO LITTLE BLACKBIRDS.

      TAFFY.

      MARGERY DAW.

      TROUBLED WITH RATS.

      THE FOOTPATH WAY.

      UP A TREE.

      THE CROOKED MAN.

      THE FOUR WINDS.

      THE PIPER AND THE COW.

      BEHIND THE LOG.

      SHOE AND FIDDLE.

      SWING, SWONG!

      SHUTTLECOCK.

      THE MAN IN THE WILDERNESS.

      PRAE AND POST.

      QUITE CONTRARY.

      ALONG, LONG, LONG.

      FINIS.

      (MOTHER GOOSE, INTERLINEATED.)

      CONCLUSION.

      (EDITORIAL.)

      0009m

      Original

      INTRODUCTORY.

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      S omewhere in that uncertain long ago,

      Whose dim and vague chronology is all

      That elfin tales or nursery fables know,

      Rose a rare spirit,—keen, and quick, and quaint,—

      Whom by the title, whether fact or feint,

      Mythic or real, Mother Goose we call.

      Of Momus and Minerva sprang the birth

      That gave the laughing oracle to earth:

      A brimming bowl she bears, that, frothing

      high

      With sparkling nonsense, seemeth non-

      sense all;

      Till, the bright, floating syllabub blown by,

      Lo, in its ruby splendor doth upshine

      The crimson radiance of Olympian wine

      By Pallas poured, in Jove's own banquet-

      hall.

      The world was but a baby when she came;

      So to her songs it listened, and her name

      Grew to a word of power, her voice a spell

      With charm to soothe its infant wearying

      well.

      But, in a later and maturer age,

      Developed to a dignity more sage,

      Having its Shakspeares and its Words-

      worths now,

      Its Southeys and its Tennysons, to wear

      A halo on the high and lordly brow,

      Or poet-laurels in the waving hair;

      Its Lowells, Whittiers, Longfellows, to sing

      Ballads of beauty, like the notes of spring,

      The wise and prudent ones to nursery use

      Leave the dear lyrics of old Mother Goose.

      Wisdom of babes,—the nursery Shak-

      speare stilly—

      Cackles she ever with the same good-will:

      Uttering deep counsels in a foolish guise,

      That come as warnings, even to the wise;

      As when, of old, the martial city slept,

      Unconscious of the wily foe that crept

      Under the midnight, till the alarm was heard

      Out from the mouth of Rome's plebeian

      bird.

      Full many a rare and subtile thing hath

      she,

      Undreamed of in the world's philosophy:

      Toss-balls for children hath she humbly

      rolled,

      That shining jewels secretly enfold;

      Sibylline leaves she casteth on the air,

      Twisted in fool's-caps, blown unheeded by,

      That, in their lines grotesque, albeit, bear

      Words of grave truth, and signal prophecy;

      And lurking satire, whose sharp lashes hit

      A world of follies with their homely writ;

      With here and there a roughly uttered hint,

      That makes you wonder at the beauty

      in't;

      As if, along the wayside's dusty edge,

      A hot-house flower had blossomed in a

      hedge.

      So, like brave Layard in old Nineveh,

      Among the memories of ancient song,

      As curious relics, I would fain bestir;

      And gather, if it might be, into strong

      And shapely show, some wealth of its

      lost lore;

      Fragments of Truth's own architecture,

      strewed

      In forms disjointed, whimsical, and rude,

      That yet, to simpler vision, grandly stood

      Complete, beneath the golden light of

      BRAHMIC.

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      I f a great poet think he sings,

      Or if the poem think it's sung,

      They do but sport the scattered plumes

      That Mother Goose aside hath flung.

      Far or forgot to me is near:

      Shakspeare and Punch are all the same;

      The vanished thoughts do reappear,

      And shape themselves to fun or fame.

      They use my quills, and leave me out,

      Oblivious that I wear the wings;

      Or that a Goose has been about,

      When every little gosling sings.

      Strong men may strive for grander thought,

      But, six times out of every seven,

      My old philosophy hath taught

      All they can master this side heaven.

      LITTLE BOY BLUE.

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      "Little boy blue! come blow your horn!

      The sheep in the meadow, the cows in the corn!

      Where's little boy blue, that looks after the sheep?

      He's under the hay-mow,

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