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Title: Rhymes and jingles
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
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Publisher: New York, Scribner
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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e quite familiar to the elves.It appears. RHYMES AND JINGLES. In the starlight, tender —In the moonlights splendorDo they gather and recount every deed,It is said ;How he met a hornet.Who was playing on a cornet,Out of tune; and he slew him with a reed,—Slew him dead! How, growing ever bolder,With his reed upon his shoulder.And an acorn-shield upon his little armWell equipped —He sought a mighty giant,Who was known as Worm, the pliant,And after giving battle, fierce and warm,Left him whipped. How he saw a spiderWith her victim, dead, inside her,Told her, in a voice of fury, to begoneFrom his sight ;How he killed her when shed risenTo her cruel, fatal prison.And nobly freed her captives, so forlorn,—Gallant knight ! & Ah, but the elves are proudest,And ring his praises loudest,When telling of a snail, grim and hoary,In his mail. ELFIN JACK, THE GIANT-KILLER. With those fearful horns before him,Jack gallantly upbore him,And killed him with a thrust (to his glory)In the tail!
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List in the starlight, tender,—List in the moonlights splendor,—For a whirring, like hurrahing, in the glen,Far and near.Tis the elves who, looking backTo their giant-killer. Jack,Tell his story to each other, funny men !With a cheer. 10 RHYMES AND JINGLES, MY LADDIE. Oh ! have you seen my laddie ? His heart is true and kind ;His cheeks are fresh and rosy, His hair floats on the wind. Hes a brave and lightsome laddie, On honest toil intent.Oh ! we had some words this morning. And I dont know where he v/ent. Youll know if hes my laddie By the twinkle in his eeWhen you whisper to him softly That he may come to me. MARCH. In the snowing and the blowing, In the cruel sleet,Little flowers begin their growing Far beneath our feet.Softly taps the Spring, and cheerly, Darlings, are you here 1Till they answer, *We are nearly. Nearly ready, dear. MARCH. II •*Where is Winter, with his snowing? Tell U3, Spring, they say.Then she answers, He is going, Going on his way.Poor old Winter does no

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