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On the Tree Top
On the Tree Top
On the Tree Top
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"On the Tree Top" is a collection of nursery rhymes and fairy tales written in a poetic form by the 19th-century American author Clara Doty Bates. Although Bates and her husband never had children, she was a dedicated writer of juvenile literature, knowing how to engage younger audiences. Her poems are sensitive and lyric, often compared with those of Heine. Yet, they are cheerful and easy to read, proving the author was an incredible talent.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherGood Press
Release dateDec 12, 2019
ISBN4064066211035
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    On the Tree Top - Clara Doty Bates

    Clara Doty Bates

    On the Tree Top

    Published by Good Press, 2022

    goodpress@okpublishing.info

    EAN 4064066211035

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    THE GOLD-SPINNER.

    THUMB

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    miller's daughter with Rumpelstinskin

    Down sank she in despair,

    Her tears falling like rain;

    She could not spin a single thread,

    She could not reel a skein.

    But the door swung back, and through the chink,

    With the same droll smile and merry wink,

    The dwarf peered, saying, "What will you do

    If I’ll spin the straw once more for you?"

    Ah me, I can give not a single thing,

    She cried, except my finger-ring.

    He took the slender toy,

    And slipped it over his thumb;

    Then down he sat and whirled the wheel,

    Hum, and hum-m, and hum-m-m;

    Round and round with a droning sound,

    Many a yellow spool he wound,

    Many a glistening skein he reeled;

    And still, like bees in a clover-field,

    The wheel went hum, and hum-m and hum-m-m.

    Next morning the king came,

    Almost before sunrise,

    To the chamber where the maiden was,

    And could scarce believe his eyes

    To see the straw, to the smallest shreds,

    Made into shining amber threads.

    And he cried, "When once more I have tried

    Your skill like this, you shall be my bride;

    THUMB

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    weeping girl

    THUMB

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