Carolyn Wells

Carolyn Wells

Summary

Portrait of Carolyn Wells Carolyn Wells The Jingle Book

When on Christmas day
He should ride up gayly in brave array,
And find his sweetheart stolen away.
But the honor and pride of her race were at stake;
And for conscience’ sake
She dared not break
Her solemn vow, though her heart might ache.
To be true to her word, her sire had taught her,
And she was a loyal, obedient daughter.
She appealed to the portraits of squires and dames,
Who looked sternly down from their gilded frames;
But they seemed to say, “There must ne’er be broken
A promise or vow a Lorraine has spoken.”
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Carolyn Wells Carolyn Wells The Jingle Book

A Tragic Tale of Tea
The Beetle was blind, and the Bat was blinder,
And they went to take tea with the Scissors-grinder.
The Scissors-grinder had gone away
Across the ocean to spend the day;
But he’d tied his bell to the grapevine swing.
The Bat and the Beetle heard it ring,
And neither the Beetle nor Bat could see
Why no one offered them any tea.
So, polite and patient, they’re waiting yet
For the cup of tea they expect to get.
Source: Gutenberg

Portrait of Carolyn Wells Carolyn Wells The Jingle Book

The Strike of the Fireworks ’Twas the night before the Fourth of July, the people slept serene;
The fireworks were stored in the old town hall that stood on the village green.
The steeple clock tolled the midnight hour, and at its final stroke,
The fire in the queer old-fashioned stove lifted its voice and spoke;
“The earth and air have naught to do, the water, too, may play,
And only fire is made to work on Independence Day.
Source: Gutenberg

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