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Two Opinions Two Opinions

Two Opinions
(Ye first opinion)A noisy chattering Magpie onceA talking gabbling hairbrained dunce Came by where a sign-post stood.He nodded his head with a modish airAnd said "good day" for he wasn't awareThat the sign-post pointing its finger there Was only a block of wood.Quoth he, "An exceedingly sultry day.T'is more like June than the first of May." The post said never a word."I've just dropped over from Lincolnshire.My home is in the Cathedral Spire--The air is cooler and purer the higher You get--as you've doubtless heard."So on he chattered with never a stop,And on and on till you'd... Poems - Post by : Aliano - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1501

Ye Song Of Ye Foolish Old Woman Ye Song Of Ye Foolish Old Woman

Ye Song Of Ye Foolish Old Woman
I saw an old woman go up a steep hill,And she chuckled and laughed, as she went, with a will. And yet, as she went, Her body was bent,With a load as heavy as sins in Lent."Oh! why do you chuckle, old woman;" says I,"As you climb up the hill-side so steep and so high?" "Because, don't you see, I'll presently be,At the top of the hill. He! he!" says she.I saw the old woman go downward again;And she easily travelled, with never a pain;... Poems - Post by : rajhu - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 2011

A Newspaper Puff A Newspaper Puff

A Newspaper Puff
Twelve geeseIn a row(So theseAlways go).Down-hillThey meander,Tail to bill;First the gander.So they stalked,Bold as brassAs they walkedTo the grass.SuddenlyStopped the throng;Plain to seeSomething's wrongYes; there isSomething white!No quiz;Clear to sight.('Twill amuseWhen you're told'Twas a news-Paper old.)Gander spoke.Braver birdNever brokeEgg, I've heard:"Stand hereSteadily,Never fear,Wait for me."Forth he went,Cautious, slow,Body bent,Head low.All the restStood fast,Waiting forWhat passed.Wind cameWith a caper,Caught sameDaily paper.Up it sailedIn the air;Courage failedThen and there.Scared wellOut of wits;Nearly fellInto fits.Off they sped,Helter-skelter,'Till they'd fledUnder shelter.Poor geese!Never mind;Other geeseOne can find,Cut the sameFoolish caperAt empty windIn a paper.H. Pyle(The end)Howard Pyle's poem: Newspaper Puff... Poems - Post by : bizopp2002 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1574

Three Fortunes Three Fortunes

Three Fortunes
A merry young shoemaker, And a tailor, and a baker,Went to seek their fortunes, for they had been told, Where a rainbow touched the ground, (If it only could be found,)Was a purse that should be always full of gold. So they traveled day by day, In a jolly, jocund wayTill the shoemaker a pretty lass espied; When quoth he, "It seems to me, There can never, never be,Better luck than this in all the world beside."... Poems - Post by : enq264 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1473

Claus And His Wonderful Staff Claus And His Wonderful Staff

Claus And His Wonderful Staff
Hans and Claus were born brothers. Hans was the elder and Claus was the younger; Hans was the richer and Claus was the poorer--that is the way that the world goes sometimes.Everything was easy for Hans at home; he drank much beer, and had sausages and white bread three times a day; but Claus worked and worked, and no luck came of it--that, also, is the way that the world goes sometimes.One time Claus spoke to Hans of this matter. "See, Hans," said he, "you should give me some money, for that which belongs to one brother should help the other."But... Short Stories - Post by : Brian_B - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 3490

Venturesome Boldness Venturesome Boldness

Venturesome Boldness
A tailor came a-walking by,The fire of courage in his eye."Where are you going Sir?" Said I. "I slew a mouse In our houseWhere other tailors live," said he, "And not a Jack Among the packWould dare to do the like; pardie! Therefore, I'm going out to try If there be greater men that I; Or in the land As bold a handAt wielding brand as I, you see!"The tailor came a-limping byWith woful face and clothes... Poems - Post by : lilyg - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1636

Superficial Culture Superficial Culture

Superficial Culture
I'll tell of a certain old dame; The sameHad a beautiful piggy, whose name Was James; and whose beauty and worth, From the day of his birth,Were matters of popular fame, And his claimTo gentility no one could blame.So, seeing his promise, she thought She oughtTo have him sufficiently taught The art Of deportment, to go Into company; soA master of dancing... Poems - Post by : rbussey - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1741

How Dame Margery Twist Saw More Than Was Good For Her How Dame Margery Twist Saw More Than Was Good For Her

How Dame Margery Twist Saw More Than Was Good For Her
If one could always hold one's tongue as to what one sees, one would be the better for it. They are the wise people of this world who keep silence as to what they see; many such there are who behold things such as neither you nor I may ever hope to look upon, and yet we know nothing of this because they say nothing of it, going their own ways like common folks, and as though they saw nothing in an egg but the meat.Dame Margery Twist of Tavistock town was not one of these wise folks who hold their... Short Stories - Post by : theredletter - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 4194

Ye Song Of Ye Gossips Ye Song Of Ye Gossips

Ye Song Of Ye Gossips
1 One old maid, And another old maid, And another old maid--that's three--And they were agossiping, I am afraid, As they sat sipping their tea. 2 They talked of this, And they talked of that, In the usual gossiping wayUntil everybody was black as your hat, And the only ones white were they. 3 One old maid, And another old maid,-- For... Poems - Post by : magicthought - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 2544

A Victim To Science A Victim To Science

A Victim To Science
Th're were two wise physicians once, of glory and renown,Who went to take a little walk nigh famous Concord town.Oh! very, very great and wise and learned men were they,And wise and learned was th'r talk, as they walked on th'r way.And as they walked and talked and talked, they came to wh're they foundA Crow as black as any hat, a-sitting on ye ground.Ye Crow was very, very sick, as you may quickly seeBy just looking at ye picture th't is drawn h're by me.Now wh'n ye doctors came to him they mended of th'r pace,And said one unto ye... Poems - Post by : kristisayles - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 787

Play & Earnest Play & Earnest

Play & Earnest
Over dewy hill and lea MerrilyRushed a mad-cap breeze at play,And the daisies, like the bright Stars at night,Danced and twinkled in its way.Now, a tree called to the breeze, "Little breeze,Will you come and have a play?"And the wind upon its way Stopped to play.Then the leaves, with sudden shiver, Sudden quiver, Met the light Mad-cap breeze With delight.Presently the breeze grew stronger,For it cared to play no longer. So it flung the limbs about,... Poems - Post by : JayCapo1 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 3610

The Accident Of Birth The Accident Of Birth

The Accident Of Birth
Saint Nicholas used to send, so I am told, All new-born babes by storks, in days of old.1King Friedrich Max of Stultzenmannenkim, For many years unto the Saint did pray,That he would send unto his Queen and him, A baby boy, to be the King some day.At last the Saint the King's petition heard,And called to him a sober long-legged bird.2Quoth he, "Good Wilhelm Stork (such was its name), Here is a baby boy to take away.It is for Fritz; so bear him to the same, Or rather... Poems - Post by : dosmanos - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1500

Clever Peter And The Two Bottles Clever Peter And The Two Bottles

Clever Peter And The Two Bottles
"Yes, Peter is clever." So said his mother; but then every goose thinks her own gosling a swan.The minister and all of the people of the village said Peter was but a dull block. Maybe Peter _was_ a fool; but, as the old saying goes, never a fool tumbles out of the tree but he lights on his toes. So now you shall hear how that Peter sold his two baskets of eggs for more than you or I could do, wise as we be."Peter," said his mother."Yes," said Peter, for he was well brought up, and always answered when he... Short Stories - Post by : agape100 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1913

Ye Romantic Adventures Of Three Tailors Ye Romantic Adventures Of Three Tailors

Ye Romantic Adventures Of Three Tailors
Three little men went ajogging along-- Along in the sunshiny weather.And they laughed and they sang an occasional song Which they all of them caroled together.And the great white clouds floated over the skyAnd the day it was warm and the sun it was high.As three jolly tailor men all were they As you'd find in a dozen of years.One carried the yardstick another the goose And the bravest of all bore the shearsSo they merrily trudged until after awhileThe came where three milk-maids sat all on a stile.The grass it was green and the flowers were gay, And it was... Poems - Post by : DavidLee37 - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1084

Fancy And Fact Fancy And Fact

Fancy And Fact
O! a shepherd and a shepherdess, They dwelt in Arcadee,And they were dressed in Watteau dress, Most charming for to see.They sat upon the dewy grass, With buds and blossoms set.And the shepherd played unto the lass, Upon a flageolet.It seemed to me as though it was A very pleasant thing;Particularly so because The time of year was Spring.But, O! the ground was damp, and so, At least, I have been told,The shepherd caught the lumbago, The shepherdess, a cold.My darling Child! the fact is That the Poets often singOf those joys... Poems - Post by : successgold - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 718

Ye Two Wishes Ye Two Wishes

Ye Two Wishes
An Angel went a walking out one day, as I've heard said,And, coming to a faggot-maker, begged a crust of breadThe faggot-maker gave a crust and something rather queerTo wash it down withall, from out a bottle that stood near.The Angel finished eating; but before he left, said he,"Thou shalt have two wishes granted, for that thou hast given me.One wish for that good drinkable, another for the bread."The he left the faggot-maker all amazed at what he'd said."I wonder," says the faggot-maker, after he had gone,"I wonder if there's any truth in that same little song!"So, turning this thing over... Poems - Post by : Michael_John - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 3515

A Verse With A Moral But No Name A Verse With A Moral But No Name

A Verse With A Moral But No Name
A wise man once, of Haarlem town,Went wandering up, and wandering down, And ever the question asked:"If all the world was paper, And if all the sea was ink,And if the trees were bread and cheese, What would we do for drink?"Then all the folk, both great and small, Began to beat their brains,But they could not answer him at all, In spite of all their pains.But still he wandered here and there, This man of great renown,And still he questioned everywhere, The folk of Haarlem town:"If all the world was paper, And... Poems - Post by : wlockhart - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 996

Hans Hecklemann's Luck Hans Hecklemann's Luck

Hans Hecklemann's Luck
Hans Hecklemann had no luck at all. Now and then we hear folks say that they have no luck, but they only mean that their luck is bad and that they are ashamed of it. Everybody but Hans Hecklemann had luck of some kind, either good or bad, and, what is more, everybody carries his luck about with him; some carry it in their pocket-books, some carry it in their hats, some carry it on their finger tips, and some carry it under their tongues--these are lawyers. Mine is at this moment sitting astride of my pen, though I can no... Short Stories - Post by : ianherculson - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 2122

Ye Song Of Ye Rajah & Ye Fly Ye Song Of Ye Rajah & Ye Fly

Ye Song Of Ye Rajah & Ye Fly
Great and rich beyond comparingWas the Rajah Rhama Jaring,As he went to take an airing With his Court one summer day.All were gay with green and yellow;And a little darky fellowBore a monstrous fun umbrella, For to shade him on the way.Now a certain fly, unwittingOf this grandeur, came a-flittingTo the Royal nose, and sitting Twirled his legs upon the same.Then the Rajah's eyes blazed fireAt the insult, and the ireIn his heart boiled high and higher. Slap! he struck, but missed his aim.Then all trembled at this passion,For he spoke in furious fashion."Saw ye how yon... Poems - Post by : KristinNichole - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 1575

Pride In Distress Pride In Distress

Pride In Distress
Mistress Polly PoppenjayWent to take a walk one day.On that morning she was dressedIn her very Sunday best;Feathers, frills and ribbons gay,--Proud was Mistress Poppenjay.Mistress Polly PoppenjaySpoke to no one on her way;Passed acquaintances aside;Held her head aloft with pride;Did not see a puddle layIn front of Mistress Poppenjay.Mistress Polly PoppenjayHarked to naught the folk could say.Loud they cried, "Beware the puddle!"_Plump!_ She stepped into the middle.And a pretty plight straightwayWas poor Mistress Poppenjay.Mistress Polly Poppenjay;From your pickle others mayLearn to curb their pride a little;--Learn to exercise their wit, tillThey are sure no puddles mayLie in front, Miss Poppenjay.Howard Pyle.(The... Poems - Post by : shark - Date : January 2011 - Author : Howard Pyle - Read : 790