Poetry for the Children
My First thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye,
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.

                                                         -Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came
                                                           -Robert Browning
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under his red rock.
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different form either either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in  handful of dust.

                                                       -The Wasteland
                                                         -T.S. Eliot
"For you and me,
       and all brave
men, my brother,"
said Wayne, in his
      Strange chant,
      "there is good
     wine poured in
the inn at the end
of the world."

                                                      -The Napolean of Notting Hill
                                                       -G. K. Chesterton
"But I don't want to go among mad people." Alice remarked.

Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat. "We're all mad here.
I'm mad, your mad."

"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.

"You must be, or you wouldn't have come here."

                                                   -Alice in Wonderland
                                                    -Lewis Carroll
Here we will whistle for storms, for Sodoms and Solymans,
For wild beasts and armies.

                                                   -Ordinary Nocturne
                                                     Arthur Rimbaud
The Rabbits play no more.
   The little birds are weary,
The buttercups are folded up-
   Good night, good night, my dearie.

The children in the country,
   The children in the city,
Go to bed with nodding heads,
    God night, good night, my pretty.

                                                 -Good Night
                                                  -Rose Fyleman
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