Carolyn Wells Poems
- Puzzled There lived in ancient Scribbletown a wise old ...
- Fate Two shall be born the whole world wide apart, And speak...
- The Poster Girl's Defence It was an Artless Poster Girl ...
- The Two Bears Prince Curlilocks remarked one day To Princess...
- The Two Friends A Spider and a Centipede went out to take a ...
- The 4.04 Train 'There's a train at 4.04,' said Miss ...
- The Erratic Rat There was a ridiculous Rat Who was awfully ...
Carolyn Wells (June 18, 1862–March 26, 1942) was an American author and poet (born in Rahway, New Jersey, the daughter of William E. and Anna Wells.She died at the Flower-Fifth Avenue Hospital in New York City in 1942.
She had been married to Hadwin Houghton, the heir of the Houghton-Mifflin publishing empire founded by Bernard Houghton. Wells also had an impressive collection of ... more »
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I have always hated biography, and more especially, autobiography. If biography, the writer invariably finds it necessary to plaster the subject with praises, flattery and adulation and to invest him ...Carolyn Wells (1862-1942), U.S. author. The Rest of My Life, ch. 1 (1937). Written in her own autobiography.
''... as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, the ideal library is in the wish of its maker.''Carolyn Wells (1862-1942), U.S. author. The Rest of My Life, ch. 16 (1937).
There are many ways of discarding [books]. You can give them to friends,or enemies,or to associations or to poor Southern libraries. But the surest way is to lend them. Then they never com...Carolyn Wells (1862?-1942), U.S. author. The Rest of My Life, ch. 16 (1937).
''To take pride in a library kills it. Then, its motive power shifts over to the critical if admiring visitor, and apologies are necessary and acceptable and the fat is in the fire.''Carolyn Wells (1862-1942), U.S. author. The Rest of My Life, ch. 16 (1937).
... ideals, standards, aspirations,those are chameleon words, and take color from their speakers,often false tints. A scholarly man of my acquaintance once told me that he traveled a thous...Carolyn Wells (1862-1942), U.S. author. The Rest of My Life, ch. 4 (1937).
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There lived in ancient Scribbletown a wise old writer-man,
Whose name was Homer Cicero Demosthenes McCann.
He'd written treatises and themes till, 'For a change,' he said,
'I think I'll write a children's book before I go to bed.'
He pulled down all his musty tomes in Latin and in Greek;
Consulted cyclopaedias and manuscripts antique,
Essays in Anthropology, studies in counterpoise--
'For these,' he said, 'are useful lore for little girls and boys.'
He scribbled hard, and scribbled fast, he burned the midnight oil,
And when he reached 'The End' he felt ...