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id: 17382
author: Moore, Clement Clarke
title: A Visit From Saint Nicholas
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words: 629
sentence: 36
flesch: 90
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summary:
  In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap-- [Illustration] When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter, Away to the window I flew like a flash, As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So, up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With a sleigh full of toys--and St. Nicholas too.


id: 33691
author: Gaylord, Ilsien Nathalie
title: Sandman Time
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1117
sentence: 64
flesch: 95
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summary:
  And they dress in the strangest way, With queer little peakèd caps on their heads, And tight little suits of grey! In little dresses of white foam-mist, All hung with pearls from the sea.


id: 17135
author: Moore, Clement Clarke
title: Twas the Night before Christmas: A Visit from St. Nicholas
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words: 1135
sentence: 67
flesch: 85
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summary:
  A company of men, women, and children went together just after the evening service in their church, and, standing around the tomb of the author of A Visit from St. Nicholas, recited together the words of the poem which we all know so well and love so dearly. Afterward, they learned it, and sometimes recited it, just as other children learn it and recite it now.


id: 33629
author: Paine, Albert Bigelow
title: The Autobiography of a Monkey
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 1590
sentence: 165
flesch: 87
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summary:
  The words and the ways of _their fathers_, And deliver my race from its ban, For man did not spring from the monkey, But monkey _descended from man!_ Then a girl who was youthful and silly Made love to me just for a lark, And came with an elegant turnout And took me to drive in the park.


id: 26431
author: Wells, Carolyn
title: Children of Our Town
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words: 2099
sentence: 112
flesch: 88
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summary:
  In Central Park, along the Mall, We see the gay goat-carriage crawl; With little boys and girls inside, Enjoying their exciting ride. They do not have to take the charge Of baby boys or girls; No, they have dolls exceeding large With silky, flaxen curls.


id: 11023
author: Unknown
title: Gems of Poetry, for Girls and Boys
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words: 2249
sentence: 122
flesch: 87
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summary:
  [Illustration] Go forth, my child, and laugh and play, And let your cheerful voice, With birds, and brooks, and merry May, Cry aloud, Rejoice! rejoice! [Illustration] I would not check your bounding mirth, My little happy boy, For He who made this blooming earth Smiles on an infant's joy.


id: 45270
author: Wells, Carolyn
title: The Seven Ages of Childhood
extension: .txt
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words: 3259
sentence: 226
flesch: 90
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summary:
  It's just the dearest quiet spot, Where I can think as well as not; And little breezes softly blow, That seem to make my feelings grow. * * Transcriber's Notes: Page 26, facing, illustration, word a added to text (sighing like a furnace)


id: 4027
author: Follen, Eliza Lee Cabot
title: Little Songs
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 4744
sentence: 327
flesch: 99
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summary:
  So Walter ate his bread, And then to Flash he cried, Come, you saucy little dog, Let us ride, ride, ride. Come, my children, come away, For the sun shines bright to-day; Little children, come with me, Birds and brooks and posies see; Get your hats and come away, For it is a pleasant day.


id: 20909
author: Roberts, Elizabeth Madox
title: Under the Tree
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words: 6389
sentence: 381
flesch: 96
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summary:
  And they could look out through a crack in the leaves And see little bushes and some of the sky. He said he'd been by Logan's woods, And up by Walton's branch and Simms, And there were sticktights on his clothes And little dusts of seeds and stems.


id: 1612
author: Conkling, Hilda
title: Poems By a Little Girl
extension: .txt
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words: 11272
sentence: 796
flesch: 93
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summary:
  I have heard that night gathers these feathers For her cloak; I have heard that the stars, the moon, Are the eyes of peacock feathers From fairy trees. SHINY BROOK Oh, shiny brook, I watch you on your way to the sea, And see little faces peering up Out of the water . . .


id: 15834
author: Riley, James Whitcomb
title: The Book of Joyous Children
extension: .txt
mime: text/plain
words: 10675
sentence: 933
flesch: 97
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summary:
  little girl, good-bye!-- _Bad_ little girl's comed here again! Last time 'at Ma act' thataway, I cried all to myse'f awhile Out on the steps, an' nen I smile, An' git my Doll all fix' in style, An' go in where Ma's at, an' say: _ But Gracie dearly loved her doll, An' played wiv it on the winder-sill 'Way up-stairs, when she ought to _not_, An' her muvver _telled_


id: 9777
author: Riley, James Whitcomb
title: Riley Child-Rhymes
extension: .txt
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words: 13146
sentence: 576
flesch: 88
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summary:
  [Illustration: They was two great big black things a-standin' by her side] Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay, An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away, An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep, An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep; An' all us other childern, when the supper things is done, We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about, An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press, An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess;


id: 19316
title: Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for Boys
extension: .txt
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words: 70075
sentence: 3297
flesch: 86
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summary:
  The harvests of Arretium This year old men shall reap; This year young boys in Umbro Shall plunge the struggling sheep; And in the vats of Luna This year the must shall foam Round the white feet of laughing girls Whose sires have marched to Rome. Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.


id: 18909
author: Various
title: Poems Teachers Ask For Selected by readers of "Normal Instructor-Primary Plans"
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words: 91592
sentence: 4361
flesch: 88
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summary:
  The Fairies Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather! Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather, _William Allingham._


id: 19469
author: Various
title: Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two
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words: 95196
sentence: 4587
flesch: 88
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summary:
  The sermon wasn't flowery; 'twas simple Gospel truth; It fitted poor old men like me; it fitted hopeful youth; 'Twas full of consolation, for weary hearts that bleed; 'Twas full of invitations, to Christ and not to creed. Such soft warm bodies to cuddle, Such queer little hearts to beat, Such swift, round tongues to kiss, Such sprawling, cushiony feet; She could feel in her clasping fingers The touch of a satiny skin And a cold wet nose exploring The dimples under her chin.


