36. November

by Thomas Hood

No sun — no moon!

No morn — no noon —

No dawn — no dusk — no proper time of day -

No sky — no earthly view —

No distance looking blue —

No road — no street — no "t'other side the way"

No end to any Row —

No indications where the Crescents go —

No top to any steeple —

No recognition of familiar people!

No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,

No comfortable feel in any member —

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees —

No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds —

No — vember — !

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37. Winter

by Alfred Tennyson

The frost is here,

The fuel is dear,

And woods are sear,

And fires burn clear,

And frost is here

And has bitten the heel of the going year

Bite, frost,, bite!

The woods are all the searer,

The fuel is all the dearer,

The fires are all the clearer,

My spring is all the nearer,

You have bitten into the heart of the earth,

But not into mine.

38. No, No, November

Autumn crowns the glowing sphere,

Winter's grasp is full of cheer,

You between them, sad and dear,

Bind your brows with leafage sere,

Saying, "I remember

When the year was ndt a bier" —

Ah, woe, November!

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39. Song for the Children

by Joe Wallace

I heard music unawares

Upstairs, downstairs,

Here and there and everywheres.

Never were such lovely airs

Upstairs, downstairs,

Here and there and everywheres.

Some one sings and some one shares

Upstairs, downstairs,

Here and there and everywheres.

Some one comes and some one cares

Upstairs, downstairs,

Here and there and everywheres.

Double love and double dares

Upstairs, downstairs,

Here and there and everywheres.

40. Good Night

Here's a body — there's a bed!

There's a pillow — here's a head!

There's a curtain — here's a light!

There's a puff — and so good night!

41. The Wind and the Moon

by George Macdonald

Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out,

You stare

In the air

Like a ghost in a chair."

He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone.

In the air

Nowhere

Was a moonbeam bare.

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42. Bishop Hatto

(about rats) by R. Southey

They are not to be told by the dozen or score,

By thousands they come, and by myriads and more,

Such numbers had never been heard of before,

Such a judgement had never been witnessed of yore,

And in at the window and in at the door,

And through the walls helter-skelter they pour,

And down from the ceiling and up through the floor,

From the right and the left, from behind and before.

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43. The Polka

by Ogden Nash

Hop step step step,

Hop step step step,

Go the Polish dancers.

Polka or Mazurka?

I wish I knew the answers.

Such names to me sound rig-

marolish,

I must polish up my Polish.

44. P's and Q's

by Alfred H. Miles

P stands for every pretty thing, wherever

you may find it,

The sweet Pea in the garden, and the

Pretty face behind it,

It stands for Peace and Plenty too, 'tis

well that we should mind it.

P stands for many other things, for

Prejudice and Pride,

For Pertness, Pique, Perversity, and

Petulance beside,

And these are P's that we must mind,

and keep them far and wide.

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45. B's the Bus

by Phyllis McGinley

B's the Bus The bouncing Bus,

That bears a shopper store-ward.

It's fun to sit In back of it

But seats are better forward.

Although it's big as buildings are

And looks both bold and grand,

It has to stop obligingly

If you but raise your hand.