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    The Rainbow and the Rose
    The Rainbow and the Rose
    The Rainbow and the Rose
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    The Rainbow and the Rose

    By E. (Edith) Nesbit

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    Release dateJan 1, 2004
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      Hmph. The first few poems are interesting, and very good - odd viewpoints on heaven. I particularly liked the one by the tired housewife, whose idea of Heaven was never having to do the same thing over again (washing, cooking, cleaning...). I got echoes of Kipling and Twain in the styles. But after the first book, it was basically all lost-love poems, ranging from "I hope you die" to "oh if only they were with me again...". Over and over and... I even got tired of the garden imagery. The only interesting part was that some of the poems were clearly written to a man, and some to a woman (and a few to children - those were mostly "I'm so sorry you're dead"). The language was nicely handled, and any _one_ poem was decent to good, but it was like being smothered in marshmallows. Overall, ugh.

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    The Rainbow and the Rose - E. (Edith) Nesbit

    The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Rainbow and the Rose, by E. Nesbit

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    Title: The Rainbow and the Rose

    Author: E. Nesbit

    Posting Date: August 8, 2009 [EBook #4513] Release Date: October, 2003 First Posted: January 28, 2002

    Language: English

    *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RAINBOW AND THE ROSE ***

    Produced by Charles Aldarondo.

    THE RAINBOW AND THE ROSE

    BY

    E. NESBIT

    1905

    TO IRIS AND ROSAMUND

    CONTENTS.

    I.

    THE THINGS THAT MATTER THE CONFESSION WORK THE JILTED LOVER THE WILL TO LIVE THE BEATIFIC VISION

    II.

    MUMMY WHEAT THE BEECH TREE IN ABSENCE SILENCE RAISON D'ETRE THE ONLOOKER THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE AT PARTING SONG RENUNCIATION

    III.

    THE VEIL OF MAYA SONG TO VERA THE POET TO HIS LOVE THE MAIDEN'S PRAYER SONG THE MAGIC FLOWER LA DERNIERE ROBE DE SOIE THE LEAST POSSIBLE EN TOUT CAS APPEAL ST. VALENTINE'S DAY CHAGRIN D'AMOUR BRIDAL EVE LOVE AND LIFE FROM THE ITALIAN

    IV.

    OUT OF THE FULNESS OF THE HEART SUMMER SONG THE LOWER ROOM SONG MAY SONG

    V.

    TO IRIS TO A CHILD BIRTHDAY TALK FOR A CHILD TO ROSAMUND FROM THE TUSCAN MOTHER SONG: FROM THE PORTUGUESE

    VI.

    THE ISLAND POSSESSION ACCESSION THE DESTROYER THE EGOISTS THE WAY OF LOVE TO ONE WHO PLEADED FOR CANDOUR IN LOVE THE ENCHANTED GARDEN THE POOR MAN'S GUEST IN THE SHALLOWS AND THE RAINS DESCENDED AND THE FLOODS CAME THE STAR

    VII.

    THE PRODIGAL SON DESPAIR THE TEMPTATION SECOND NATURE DE PROFUNDIS

    VIII.

    AT THE GATE VIA AMORIS RETRO SATHANAS THE OLD DISPENSATION THE NEW DISPENSATION THE THREE KINGS

    IX.

    AFTER DEATH CHLOE INVOCATION THE LAST BETRAYAL A PRAYER FOR THE KING'S MAJESTY TRUE LOVE AND NEW LOVE DEATH IN MEMORY OF SARETTA DEAKIN A PARTING

    I.

    THE THINGS THAT MATTER.

      NOW that I've nearly done my days,

      And grown too stiff to sweep or sew,

      I sit and think, till I'm amaze,

      About what lots of things I know:

      Things as I've found out one by one—

      And when I'm fast down in the clay,

      My knowing things and how they're done

      Will all be lost and thrown away.

      There's things, I know, as won't be lost,

      Things as folks write and talk about:

      The way to keep your roots from frost,

      And how to get your ink spots out.

      What medicine's good for sores and sprains,

      What way to salt your butter down,

      What charms will cure your different pains,

      And what will bright your faded gown.

      But more important things than these,

      They can't be written in a book:

      How fast to boil your greens and peas,

      And how good bacon ought to look;

      The feel of real good wearing stuff,

      The kind of apple as will keep,

      The look of bread that's rose enough,

      And how to get a child asleep.

      Whether the jam is fit to pot,

      Whether the milk is going to turn,

      Whether a hen will lay or not,

      Is things as some folks never learn.

      I know the weather by the sky,

      I know what herbs grow in what lane;

      And if sick men are going to die,

      Or if they'll get about again.

      Young wives come in, a-smiling, grave,

      With secrets that they itch to tell:

      I know what sort of times they'll have,

      And if they'll have a boy or gell.

      And if a lad is ill to bind,

      Or some young maid is hard to lead,

      I know when you should speak 'em kind,

      And when it's scolding as they need.

      I used to know where birds ud set,

      And likely spots for trout or hare,

      And God may want me to forget

      The way to set a line or snare;

      But not the way to truss a chick,

      To fry a fish, or baste a roast,

      Nor how to tell, when folks are sick,

      What kind of herb will ease them most!

      Forgetting seems such silly waste!

      I know so many little things,

      And now the Angels will make haste

      To dust it all away with wings!

      O God, you made me like to know,

      You kept the things straight in my head,

      Please God, if you can make it so,

      Let me know something when I'm dead.

    THE CONFESSION.

      I HAVEN'T always acted good:

      I've taken things not meant for me;

      Not other people's drink and food,

      But things they never seemed to see.

      I haven't done the way I ought

      If all they say in church is true,

      But all I've had I've fairly bought,

      And paid for pretty heavy too.

      For days and weeks are very long

      If you get nothing new and bright,

      And if you never do no wrong

      Somehow you never do no right.

      The chap that daresent go a yard

      For fear the path should lead astray

      May be a saint—though that seems hard,

      But he's no traveller, any way.

      Some things I can't be sorry for,

      The things that silly people hate:

      But some I did I do deplore,

      I knew, inside, they wasn't straight.

      And when my last account is filed,

      And stuck-up angels stop their song,

      I'll ask God's pardon like a child

      For what I really knew was wrong.

      If you've a child, you'd rather see

      A bit of temper, off and on,

      A greedy grab, a silly spree—

      And then a brave thing said or done

      Than hear your boy whine all day

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