Books with title First Poems of Childhood

Tasha Tudor has illustrated with grace and delicacy this collection of favorite poems for the very young. Animals, holidays, the seasons, farm and forest, the magic world of fantasy--all the world of childhood is beautifully illumined by Miss Tudor's genius. Here are the verses of such favorite poets of childhood as Robert Louis Stevenson, Edward Lear, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Eugene Field, and many others. For it's wonderful words, and for Tasha Tudor's warm and colorful expression of the beauty that is poetry, this should be every child's first book.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...Long years ago this holy time, My little one--my all to me--Sat robed in white upon my knee, And heard the merry Christmas chime. "Tell me, my little golden-head, If Santa Claus should come to-night, What shall he bring my baby bright,--What treasure for my boy?" I said. And then he named this little toy, While in his round and mournful eyes There came a look of sweet surprise, That spake his quiet, trustful joy. CHRISTMAS TREASURES And as he lisped his evening prayer He asked the boon with childish grace; Then, toddling to the chimney-place, He hung this little stocking there. That night, while lengthening shadows crept, I saw the white-winged angels come With singing to our lowly home And kiss my darling as he slept. They must have heard his little prayer, For in the morn, with rapturous face, He toddled to the chimney-place, And found this little treasure there. They came again one Christmas-tide,--That angel host, so fair and white; And, singing all that glorious night, They lured my darling from my side. A little sock, a little toy, A little lock of golden hair, The Christmas music on the air, A watching for my baby boy! But if again that angel train And golden-head come back for me, To bear me to Eternity, My watching will not be in vain. OH, LITTLE CHILD HUSH, little one, and fold your hands--The sun hath set, the moon is high; The sea is singing to the sands, And wakeful posies are beguiled By many a fairy lullaby--Hush, little child--my little child! Dream, little one, and in your dreams Float upward from this lowly place--Float out on mellow, misty streams To lands where bideth Mary mild, And let her kiss thy little face, You little child--my little child! Sleep, little one, and take thy rest--With angels bending over...