Kate Greenaway

(1846-1901 / England)

Kate Greenaway Poems

1. Ball 9/3/2010
2. Child's Song 9/3/2010
3. First Arrivals 9/3/2010
4. From Market 9/3/2010
5. At School 9/3/2010
6. Going To See Grandmamma 9/3/2010
7. Happy Days 9/3/2010
8. In An Apple Tree 9/3/2010
9. Little Girls And Little Lambs 9/3/2010
10. Little Phillis 9/3/2010
11. Mammas And Babies 9/3/2010
12. Preface 9/3/2010
13. On The Wall Top 9/3/2010
14. Ring-A-Ring 9/3/2010
15. Ring-A-Ring 9/3/2010
16. Street Show 9/3/2010
17. My Little Girlie 9/3/2010
18. The Daisies 9/3/2010
19. The Little Queen's Coming 9/3/2010
20. The Wedding Bells 9/3/2010
21. Tip-A-Toe 9/3/2010
22. To Baby 9/3/2010
23. To Mystery Land 9/3/2010
24. To The Sun Door 9/3/2010
25. Under Rose Arches 9/3/2010
26. When We Went Out With Grandmamma 9/3/2010
27. Willy And His Sister 9/3/2010
28. Wishes 9/3/2010
29. You See Merry Phillis 9/3/2010
30. The Little London Girl 9/3/2010
31. When You And I Grow Up 9/3/2010
32. The Dancing Family 9/3/2010
33. Good-Bye 9/3/2010
34. From Wonder World 9/3/2010
35. A Genteel Family 9/3/2010
36. At School 9/3/2010
37. Susan Blue 9/3/2010
38. Miss Molly And The Little Fishes 9/3/2010
39. Baby Mine 9/3/2010
40. The Little Jumping Girls 9/3/2010
Best Poem of Kate Greenaway

On The Bridge

IF I could see a little fish–
That is what I just now wish!
I want to see his great round eyes
Always open in surprise.

I wish a water rat would glide
Slowly to the other side;
Or a dancing spider sit
On the yellow flags a bit.

I think I'll get some stones to throw,
And watch the pretty circles show.
Or shall we sail a flower-boat,
And watch it slowly–slowly float?

That's nice–because you never know
How far away it means to go;
And when to-morrow comes, you see,
It may be in the great wide sea.

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At School

FIVE little Girls, sitting on a form,
Five little Girls, with lessons to learn,
Five little Girls, who, I'm afraid,
Won't know them a bit when they have to be said.

For little eyes are given to look
Anywhere else than on their book;
And little thoughts are given to stray
Anywhere–ever so far away.

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