mv: ‘./input-file.zip’ and ‘./input-file.zip’ are the same file Creating study carrel named subject-childrensPoetryAmerican-gutenberg Initializing database Unzipping Archive: input-file.zip creating: ./tmp/input/input-file/ inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/15834.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/19316.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/19469.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/20909.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/17382.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/17135.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/18909.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/24167.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/24560.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/24834.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/24298.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/26431.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/1612.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/4027.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/9777.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/11023.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/33629.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/33691.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/45270.txt inflating: ./tmp/input/input-file/metadata.csv caution: excluded filename not matched: *MACOSX* === DIRECTORIES: ./tmp/input === DIRECTORY: ./tmp/input/input-file === metadata file: ./tmp/input/input-file/metadata.csv === found metadata file === updating bibliographic database Building study carrel named subject-childrensPoetryAmerican-gutenberg FILE: cache/20909.txt OUTPUT: txt/20909.txt FILE: cache/24834.txt OUTPUT: txt/24834.txt FILE: cache/24298.txt OUTPUT: txt/24298.txt FILE: cache/18909.txt OUTPUT: txt/18909.txt FILE: cache/24560.txt OUTPUT: txt/24560.txt FILE: cache/1612.txt OUTPUT: txt/1612.txt FILE: cache/17135.txt OUTPUT: txt/17135.txt FILE: cache/19469.txt OUTPUT: txt/19469.txt FILE: cache/19316.txt OUTPUT: txt/19316.txt FILE: cache/24167.txt OUTPUT: txt/24167.txt FILE: cache/15834.txt OUTPUT: txt/15834.txt FILE: cache/26431.txt OUTPUT: txt/26431.txt FILE: cache/17382.txt OUTPUT: txt/17382.txt FILE: cache/4027.txt OUTPUT: txt/4027.txt FILE: cache/9777.txt OUTPUT: txt/9777.txt FILE: cache/33629.txt OUTPUT: txt/33629.txt FILE: cache/11023.txt OUTPUT: txt/11023.txt FILE: cache/45270.txt OUTPUT: txt/45270.txt FILE: cache/33691.txt OUTPUT: txt/33691.txt === file2bib.sh === id: 24298 author: Weller, Ella Fraser title: Nestlings A Collection of Poems date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/24298.txt cache: ./cache/24298.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 1 resourceName b'24298.txt' Traceback (most recent call last): File "/data-disk/reader-compute/reader-classic/bin/file2bib.py", line 107, in text = textacy.preprocessing.normalize.normalize_quotation_marks( text ) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/preprocessing/normalize.py", line 32, in normalize_quotation_marks return text.translate(QUOTE_TRANSLATION_TABLE) AttributeError: 'NoneType' object has no attribute 'translate' === file2bib.sh === id: 24834 author: Anonymous title: The Wonders of a Toy Shop date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/24834.txt cache: ./cache/24834.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 1 resourceName b'24834.txt' Traceback (most recent call last): File "/data-disk/reader-compute/reader-classic/bin/file2bib.py", line 107, in text = textacy.preprocessing.normalize.normalize_quotation_marks( text ) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/preprocessing/normalize.py", line 32, in normalize_quotation_marks return text.translate(QUOTE_TRANSLATION_TABLE) AttributeError: 'NoneType' object has no attribute 'translate' === file2bib.sh === id: 24560 author: Wells, Carolyn title: The Jingle Book date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/24560.txt cache: ./cache/24560.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 2 resourceName b'24560.txt' Traceback (most recent call last): File "/data-disk/reader-compute/reader-classic/bin/file2bib.py", line 107, in text = textacy.preprocessing.normalize.normalize_quotation_marks( text ) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/preprocessing/normalize.py", line 32, in normalize_quotation_marks return text.translate(QUOTE_TRANSLATION_TABLE) AttributeError: 'NoneType' object has no attribute 'translate' 24560 txt/../ent/24560.ent === file2bib.sh === id: 24167 author: Pyle, Katharine title: Careless Jane and Other Tales date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/24167.txt cache: ./cache/24167.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 2 resourceName b'24167.txt' Traceback (most recent call last): File "/data-disk/reader-compute/reader-classic/bin/file2bib.py", line 107, in text = textacy.preprocessing.normalize.normalize_quotation_marks( text ) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/preprocessing/normalize.py", line 32, in normalize_quotation_marks return text.translate(QUOTE_TRANSLATION_TABLE) AttributeError: 'NoneType' object has no attribute 'translate' 24560 txt/../wrd/24560.wrd Traceback (most recent call last): File "/data-disk/reader-compute/reader-classic/bin/txt2keywords.py", line 54, in for keyword, score in ( yake( doc, ngrams=NGRAMS, topn=TOPN ) ) : File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/ke/yake.py", line 96, in yake word_scores = _compute_word_scores(doc, word_occ_vals, word_freqs, stop_words) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/ke/yake.py", line 205, in _compute_word_scores freq_baseline = statistics.mean(freqs_nsw) + statistics.stdev(freqs_nsw) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/statistics.py", line 315, in mean raise StatisticsError('mean requires at least one data point') statistics.StatisticsError: mean requires at least one data point 24834 txt/../pos/24834.pos 24298 txt/../wrd/24298.wrd Traceback (most recent call last): File "/data-disk/reader-compute/reader-classic/bin/txt2keywords.py", line 54, in for keyword, score in ( yake( doc, ngrams=NGRAMS, topn=TOPN ) ) : File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/ke/yake.py", line 96, in yake word_scores = _compute_word_scores(doc, word_occ_vals, word_freqs, stop_words) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/ke/yake.py", line 205, in _compute_word_scores freq_baseline = statistics.mean(freqs_nsw) + statistics.stdev(freqs_nsw) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/statistics.py", line 315, in mean raise StatisticsError('mean requires at least one data point') statistics.StatisticsError: mean requires at least one data point 24167 txt/../ent/24167.ent 24167 txt/../pos/24167.pos 24834 txt/../ent/24834.ent 24298 txt/../pos/24298.pos 24167 txt/../wrd/24167.wrd Traceback (most recent call last): File "/data-disk/reader-compute/reader-classic/bin/txt2keywords.py", line 54, in for keyword, score in ( yake( doc, ngrams=NGRAMS, topn=TOPN ) ) : File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/ke/yake.py", line 96, in yake word_scores = _compute_word_scores(doc, word_occ_vals, word_freqs, stop_words) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/ke/yake.py", line 205, in _compute_word_scores freq_baseline = statistics.mean(freqs_nsw) + statistics.stdev(freqs_nsw) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/statistics.py", line 315, in mean raise StatisticsError('mean requires at least one data point') statistics.StatisticsError: mean requires at least one data point 24834 txt/../wrd/24834.wrd Traceback (most recent call last): File "/data-disk/reader-compute/reader-classic/bin/txt2keywords.py", line 54, in for keyword, score in ( yake( doc, ngrams=NGRAMS, topn=TOPN ) ) : File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/ke/yake.py", line 96, in yake word_scores = _compute_word_scores(doc, word_occ_vals, word_freqs, stop_words) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/site-packages/textacy/ke/yake.py", line 205, in _compute_word_scores freq_baseline = statistics.mean(freqs_nsw) + statistics.stdev(freqs_nsw) File "/data-disk/python/lib/python3.8/statistics.py", line 315, in mean raise StatisticsError('mean requires at least one data point') statistics.StatisticsError: mean requires at least one data point 17382 txt/../pos/17382.pos 24298 txt/../ent/24298.ent 17382 txt/../ent/17382.ent 17135 txt/../pos/17135.pos 24560 txt/../pos/24560.pos 17135 txt/../ent/17135.ent 17135 txt/../wrd/17135.wrd 17382 txt/../wrd/17382.wrd 26431 txt/../pos/26431.pos 26431 txt/../wrd/26431.wrd 26431 txt/../ent/26431.ent === file2bib.sh === id: 17382 author: Moore, Clement Clarke title: A Visit From Saint Nicholas date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/17382.txt cache: ./cache/17382.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 2 resourceName b'17382.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 17135 author: Moore, Clement Clarke title: Twas the Night before Christmas: A Visit from St. Nicholas date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/17135.txt cache: ./cache/17135.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler 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title: Gems of Poetry, for Girls and Boys date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/11023.txt cache: ./cache/11023.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 2 resourceName b'11023.txt' 4027 txt/../wrd/4027.wrd 15834 txt/../pos/15834.pos === file2bib.sh === id: 20909 author: Roberts, Elizabeth Madox title: Under the Tree date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/20909.txt cache: ./cache/20909.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 3 resourceName b'20909.txt' 45270 txt/../ent/45270.ent === file2bib.sh === id: 4027 author: Follen, Eliza Lee Cabot title: Little Songs date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/4027.txt cache: ./cache/4027.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 3 resourceName b'4027.txt' 4027 txt/../ent/4027.ent 15834 txt/../wrd/15834.wrd === file2bib.sh === id: 33629 author: Paine, Albert Bigelow title: The Autobiography of a Monkey date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/33629.txt cache: ./cache/33629.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 3 resourceName b'33629.txt' 1612 txt/../wrd/1612.wrd 15834 txt/../ent/15834.ent === file2bib.sh === id: 33691 author: Gaylord, Ilsien Nathalie title: Sandman Time date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/33691.txt cache: ./cache/33691.txt Content-Encoding UTF-8 Content-Type text/plain; charset=UTF-8 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 2 resourceName b'33691.txt' 1612 txt/../pos/1612.pos 9777 txt/../pos/9777.pos 9777 txt/../wrd/9777.wrd === file2bib.sh === id: 45270 author: Wells, Carolyn title: The Seven Ages of Childhood date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/45270.txt cache: ./cache/45270.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 2 resourceName b'45270.txt' 9777 txt/../ent/9777.ent === file2bib.sh === id: 15834 author: Riley, James Whitcomb title: The Book of Joyous Children date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/15834.txt cache: ./cache/15834.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 3 resourceName b'15834.txt' 1612 txt/../ent/1612.ent === file2bib.sh === id: 1612 author: Conkling, Hilda title: Poems By a Little Girl date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/1612.txt cache: ./cache/1612.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 2 resourceName b'1612.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 9777 author: Riley, James Whitcomb title: Riley Child-Rhymes date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/9777.txt cache: ./cache/9777.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 3 resourceName b'9777.txt' 19316 txt/../wrd/19316.wrd 19316 txt/../pos/19316.pos 19316 txt/../ent/19316.ent 19469 txt/../pos/19469.pos 18909 txt/../pos/18909.pos 19469 txt/../wrd/19469.wrd 18909 txt/../wrd/18909.wrd 18909 txt/../ent/18909.ent 19469 txt/../ent/19469.ent === file2bib.sh === id: 19316 author: nan title: Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for Boys date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/19316.txt cache: ./cache/19316.txt Content-Encoding UTF-8 Content-Type text/plain; charset=UTF-8 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 6 resourceName b'19316.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 18909 author: Various title: Poems Teachers Ask For Selected by readers of "Normal Instructor-Primary Plans" date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/18909.txt cache: ./cache/18909.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 4 resourceName b'18909.txt' === file2bib.sh === id: 19469 author: Various title: Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two date: pages: extension: .txt txt: ./txt/19469.txt cache: ./cache/19469.txt Content-Encoding ISO-8859-1 Content-Type text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 X-Parsed-By ['org.apache.tika.parser.DefaultParser', 'org.apache.tika.parser.csv.TextAndCSVParser'] X-TIKA:content_handler ToTextContentHandler X-TIKA:embedded_depth 0 X-TIKA:parse_time_millis 6 resourceName b'19469.txt' Done mapping. Reducing subject-childrensPoetryAmerican-gutenberg === reduce.pl bib === id = 15834 author = Riley, James Whitcomb title = The Book of Joyous Children date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 10663 sentences = 1713 flesch = 102 summary = A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREE, WHICH HAD BEEN BLOWN DOWN BY A STORM _When I wuz ist a little bit_ Boys know new things every day-May know that the round old earth rolls East;-[Illustration: "NO BOY KNOWS WHEN HE GOES TO SLEEP."] I want to hear, high overhead, The Old Flag flap her wings Ef you don't hear little Billy an' his big bass drum! [Illustration: "THE OLD TREE SAYS HE'S ALL OUR TREE."] _When Old Folks they wuz young like us_ Hear him whistle,--"Old--Bob--_White_!" Hear him say it?--"Old--Bob--_White_!" [Illustration: "A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREE, WHICH HAD BEEN BLOWN DOWN The old fox ran, and--Bless their little lives!-Ever'thing's ist like it _used_ to be:-Though, say she know it "_ain't_ Old Kriss-Old Bear said some day he'd go, Ist like their ma--bofe cried fer him!-But ist wite nen Had--ist like she alluz does-- cache = ./cache/15834.txt txt = ./txt/15834.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 19316 author = nan title = Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for Boys date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 70074 sentences = 6551 flesch = 96 summary = Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring; To come forth like the spring-time fresh and green, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: This year old men shall reap; The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death, 'Like unto ships far off at sea, So Lord Howard passed away with five ships of war that day, But Sir Richard bore in hand all the sick men from the land And Sir Richard said again: 'We be all good English men. When first I saw thee; and thy heart spoke too, That I should one day find thy lord and thee. Come, let me lay my hand upon thy mane! And men shall not forget thee in thy grave. Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146 Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146 cache = ./cache/19316.txt txt = ./txt/19316.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 19469 author = Various title = Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 95196 sentences = 9519 flesch = 99 summary = An' close the eyes o' her that smiled, an' leave her sweet voice dumb. All the day long from its dawning till you saw your kinsman fall, "Try not the Pass!" the old man said; The old man slowly raised his head, a sign that he did hear, A silence filled the little room; the old man bowed his head; Set on thy singing lips shall make thee glad; Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat; I can feel my young heart thrilling lest the old man should forget. I jess can't tell his mother!--It'll crush her poor old heart! And you who love a little girl who comes to you at night even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day; cache = ./cache/19469.txt txt = ./txt/19469.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 20909 author = Roberts, Elizabeth Madox title = Under the Tree date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 6389 sentences = 735 flesch = 105 summary = And moved a little bit away. I climbed a little crooked tree. I like to look into my pillow at night. A little brown bowl that can talk to me, The little brown bowl and the flying wings. I liked to watch her little tongue O little one away so far, A little light is going by, Up in the garden, a little rain came. I watch the little pulpit house-And what their little dreams are like A little gray thing came out of the grass. And Dick said, "Look what I have found!" The little new moon above the tree. I saw a tree that looked at me, A little bush could talk to me. A smooth little bush said a word to me. It makes a little talking sound. We watched the little ships go by. A little wind came to my face. And she said her little asking words. cache = ./cache/20909.txt txt = ./txt/20909.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 17382 author = Moore, Clement Clarke title = A Visit From Saint Nicholas date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 629 sentences = 64 flesch = 98 summary = A VISIT FROM SAINT NICHOLAS. Southern District of New York. [Illustration: Saint Nicholas] In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; Away to the window I flew like a flash, The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, With a sleigh full of toys--and St. Nicholas too. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. His eyes how they twinkled! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; [Illustration: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL] cache = ./cache/17382.txt txt = ./txt/17382.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 17135 author = Moore, Clement Clarke title = Twas the Night before Christmas: A Visit from St. Nicholas date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 1135 sentences = 102 flesch = 91 summary = different persons, there was one, in New York City, not like any other A company of men, women, and children went together just after Moore, who wrote the poem, never expected that he would in it;--just the house to be living in on Christmas Eve. Dr. he liked writing a Hebrew Dictionary. One year he wrote this poem, which we usually call "'Twas the Night raised printing that blind children read with their fingers. happened that almost all the children in the world know this poem. Most of the children probably know the words of the poem. pictures painted by Miss Smith, showing children at other seasons of the children on that night that all children like best,--Christmas Eve! 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too. And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; cache = ./cache/17135.txt txt = ./txt/17135.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 18909 author = Various title = Poems Teachers Ask For Selected by readers of "Normal Instructor-Primary Plans" date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 91592 sentences = 8942 flesch = 99 summary = CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS--_Seein' Things_ and _Little Boy Blue_, by Bright were his eyes like live coals, as he gave me a sideways glance. My man bent down his head and said, "Little woman, you've saved my life!" The worn look gone from his dear gray eyes, and in its place, a gleam An' she comes on time like a flash of light, Said, to hush her heart's wild throbbing: "Curfew shall not ring to-night." your lover lives," said Cromwell, "Curfew shall not ring to-night." Bessie comes with flying footsteps, eyes aglow with love-light sweet; I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, Its headlight made day of the darkness, and glared like the eyes of And the white-winged Angels of Heaven, to bear him shall come down; "Come, boys, I know there's kindly hearts among so good a crowd-Said that she'd like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes. cache = ./cache/18909.txt txt = ./txt/18909.txt === reduce.pl bib === === reduce.pl bib === === reduce.pl bib === === reduce.pl bib === id = 26431 author = Wells, Carolyn title = Children of Our Town date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2099 sentences = 246 flesch = 98 summary = A blustering windy day's just right For boys who want to fly a kite; But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park, Play properly, don't splash yourself, and run back home ere dark. With little boys and girls inside, With children poor and ill-behaved, Ah, sweet Lucinda, best of girls, For instance, when some little girls just hate to go to school And beg that they may stay at home and play; Delight in _playing school_ the livelong day! Acquire a rolling gait, 'tis true. It blows the little children's hair,-The happy girls and boys, But, Graybeard, you learned when a boy But there the boys will run and play The Little Mothers of the poor Your children and their pretty ways. OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS The Little Mothers of the rich Of baby boys or girls; The boys and girls all swarm around cache = ./cache/26431.txt txt = ./txt/26431.txt === reduce.pl bib === === reduce.pl bib === id = 1612 author = Conkling, Hilda title = Poems By a Little Girl date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 11272 sentences = 1368 flesch = 99 summary = dedication poem to her mother, the little girl says: Apple-Jelly-Fish-Tree," and "Short Story" are the only poems in the Like the pine-tree on the hill And the wind rings them like little bells. They remember the sky, my little dreams, I saw the little people come out into the night, The birds sing songs of sun-drops. Like a ship leaning above blue water. You know it is blue like the sea . It curled up like a beautiful cinder-tree The spruce trees saw the white ships sailing away, And your blue back like a feathered sky, Trees Fat smell like a wind out of fairy-land The stars make the sky sparkle like gold-fish Hears a song of birds, stars, clouds, To-night I'd like to know A little girl like me Fairy-love blows away like leaves. The Bird of Paradise is like flowers of many trees Like a tree above my head, cache = ./cache/1612.txt txt = ./txt/1612.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 4027 author = Follen, Eliza Lee Cabot title = Little Songs date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 4744 sentences = 659 flesch = 106 summary = Little Annie went to play. All the little birds are sleeping, Let all little children try; Come to see good old Nursey, And he said to little Flash, "Come, you saucy little dog, Little children, come with me, Said little James then to his mother; The little dog said, (and he looked very wise,) A poor little boy he cried, O; So good night, little baby, Let the stars now have their turn at play; Look at little Rover; Come let us go and play. Little Mary was good; Little Annie shall sing, 'Tis about a little bird; THE LITTLE BOY'S MAY DAY SONG. THE LITTLE BOY'S MAY DAY SONG. O mother, let me laugh and play; THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT. THE LITTLE BOY'S GOOD NIGHT. Good night, my father, mother dear; To all my pretty flowers, good night; When you with little children play, Come here, my little Fido, too; cache = ./cache/4027.txt txt = ./txt/4027.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 9777 author = Riley, James Whitcomb title = Riley Child-Rhymes date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 13146 sentences = 1751 flesch = 103 summary = [Illustration: The Funny Little Fellow--Title] Came the Funny Little Man. He laughed away the sorrow, [Illustration: The Happy Little Cripple--Title] An', nen the boys climbs on the fence, an' little girls peeks through, W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out To climb the tree an' git the Little Boy An' nen the Little Boy He git wite _clos't_ to the Little Boy, w'y nen The Little Boy he saw the _grea'-big Bear_ An' nen--first thing you know,--when th' old Big Bear Wuz wite clos't to him--nen the Little Boy So when th' old Bear's so clos't--the Little Boy An' _nen_ th' old Bear can't find the Little Boy An' nen the Little Boy climbs out the hole An' nen the Little Boy he git his gun Wuz _apples_ on the tree!--An' Little Boy The old Bear finds the Little Boy's _gun_, you know, An' nen the Little Boy clumb down the tree cache = ./cache/9777.txt txt = ./txt/9777.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 11023 author = Unknown title = Gems of Poetry, for Girls and Boys date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 2249 sentences = 226 flesch = 95 summary = I love to hear their pleasant song, "See yonder bird spread out his wings, My little happy boy, But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The little birds!--how sweet they sing! The little birds! The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. The moss-covered bucket which hangs in the well. These good little girls would immediately run; Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS. My father, my mother, I know, You loved me before I could tell I hope I shall learn to be good, Let them sing of bright red gold; Let them sing of silver fair; The red-bloomed apple-tree; The red-cheeked apple-tree; Blossom-leaves all pink and white, The old apple-tree; The gold-cheeked apple-tree; The red-streaked apple-tree; Of the brave old apple-tree! Toys and Children's Books, at his Store, that at any other place in the cache = ./cache/11023.txt txt = ./txt/11023.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 33629 author = Paine, Albert Bigelow title = The Autobiography of a Monkey date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 1590 sentences = 232 flesch = 90 summary = Or joined in the jungle song. THE SONG OF THE JUNGLE. _The tribes of the jungle are we--_ The men came among us one day, Enticed foolish monkeys away. But the monkeys crept out of the tree-tops-The birds and the beasts of the forest The birds and the beasts of the forest And I studied the ways of my master Yet often I longed for the jungle-And, dressed in a gaudy new suit, And the last tangled trace of the jungle Till at night I was changed from a monkey On the ladies he took me to call-And I took her out boating next morning, Then, ho, for the skill of the jungle! Yet often I dreamed of the jungle-With Tusky, our elephant king. With Tusky, our elephant king. The ways and the customs of men. For man did not spring from the monkey, But monkey _descended from man!_ cache = ./cache/33629.txt txt = ./txt/33629.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 33691 author = Gaylord, Ilsien Nathalie title = Sandman Time date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 1117 sentences = 122 flesch = 103 summary = And the little stars are listening, too, Why, the little flowers are the babies, Dear, Do you see those cunning little white clouds Just guess, if you can, what those little white clouds And the little wee baby ones, too? Well, all of those little wee baby stars And those little white clouds floating up in the sky, Are the dear little covers that go On the wee little beds of the baby stars, And the little Fairies of the Clouds, you know, How those darling little Fairies'll be dressed? And then there're the dear little Water-fairies, too, In little dresses of white foam-mist, The darling little Fairies of the Snow made it, Dear, Who're coming to-night--just think of it, Dear, THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG There's someone singing a little song LITTLE SUNSET SHIP OF DREAMS LITTLE SUNSET SHIP OF DREAMS Oh, little ship of Baby Dreams cache = ./cache/33691.txt txt = ./txt/33691.txt === reduce.pl bib === id = 45270 author = Wells, Carolyn title = The Seven Ages of Childhood date = pages = extension = .txt mime = text/plain words = 3259 sentences = 393 flesch = 97 summary = [Illustration: _Copyright, 1909, Moffat, Yard & Co._ _First the Infant THE SEVEN LITTLE FRIENDS We know you cannot think or talk, And then some day into your eyes There comes a look exceeding wise. Each hour with wonder new is fraught; He wonders what it was he thought And she "loves muvver awful hard!" Like morning-glory's soft unfolding, In the soft soil of little lives And grows like anything; Now love grows very fast, and so Homeward runs little Broken-heart, I do think maps are awful queer, I wonder if they ever think Where the daisies looked like star-tracks, There is so much I want to know. I think, when I grow big and tall, Then, with a happy little sound, In days that have to come to me. Who wanted me like anything, And have the wonders all come true "It--it's a lovely day!" he said. I think it's beautiful to-day!" cache = ./cache/45270.txt txt = ./txt/45270.txt Building ./etc/reader.txt 18909 19469 19316 9777 18909 19469 number of items: 19 sum of words: 315,154 average size in words: 21,010 average readability score: 98 nouns: day; night; heart; man; men; eyes; illustration; life; way; sea; mother; head; hand; face; light; time; love; sun; boy; tree; side; death; child; wind; things; world; feet; song; children; sky; o; voice; land; years; place; house; father; air; one; boys; home; days; eye; door; name; thing; gold; earth; work; soul verbs: is; was; be; are; have; ''s; had; were; said; do; come; see; go; has; came; know; did; let; made; say; went; tell; heard; hear; make; think; ''ve; give; saw; been; am; stood; take; gone; look; thought; comes; lay; looked; ''re; done; fell; die; ''m; sing; left; knew; love; find; says adjectives: little; old; good; white; more; great; last; long; sweet; bright; other; dead; poor; full; dear; many; wild; fair; true; own; high; red; deep; such; dark; young; blue; strong; happy; big; cold; green; free; brave; soft; first; best; low; golden; new; glad; black; clear; gray; noble; sad; silent; proud; beautiful; weary adverbs: not; so; then; up; n''t; now; out; never; there; down; away; again; here; still; back; just; too; ever; more; as; far; only; yet; all; long; on; once; well; very; in; soon; no; by; home; off; forth; even; thus; alone; fast; always; ago; first; together; over; right; before; most; sometimes; often pronouns: i; he; his; it; you; my; they; her; me; we; she; their; him; our; your; them; its; us; thy; thee; ''em; himself; mine; myself; ye; one; itself; herself; themselves; yourself; ours; ''s; theirs; yours; thyself; i''m; ourselves; you''ll; whee; o; hers; yer; pelf; ma''y; you;--there,--it; yo; yit; yer''ll; winander!--many; water-- proper nouns: _; god; thou; o''er; ye; heaven; lord; twas; king; old; john; sir; little; man; boy; england; raggedy; an; thy; song; christmas; mother; ere; a; mary; ma; tis; lo; father; bear; master; hath; rustum; jim; billy; rose; robert; white; mr.; west; thee; love; henry; st.; pa; james; sea; morrow; brown; blue keywords: little; illustration; like; old; man; day; come; tree; stand; lord; good; god; child; boy; thy; shall; raggedy; night; mother; master; look; longfellow; leave; john; death; year; yard; wuz; work; william; west; twas; tommy; title; till; thou; thing; tell; song; sohrab; sir; shaftoe; sea; scott; rustum; rose; robert; poem; percy; mr. one topic; one dimension: little file(s): ./cache/15834.txt titles(s): The Book of Joyous Children three topics; one dimension: like; little; boysy file(s): ./cache/19469.txt, ./cache/9777.txt, titles(s): Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two | Riley Child-Rhymes | The Jingle Book five topics; three dimensions: little old like; like thy men; little like day; illustration little old; littlest willingly tuned file(s): ./cache/19469.txt, ./cache/19316.txt, ./cache/20909.txt, ./cache/17135.txt, titles(s): Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two | Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for Boys | Under the Tree | Twas the Night before Christmas: A Visit from St. Nicholas | Nestlings A Collection of Poems Type: gutenberg title: subject-childrensPoetryAmerican-gutenberg date: 2021-06-03 time: 14:06 username: emorgan patron: Eric Morgan email: emorgan@nd.edu input: facet_subject:"Children's poetry, American" ==== make-pages.sh htm files ==== make-pages.sh complex files ==== make-pages.sh named enities ==== making bibliographics id: 24834 author: Anonymous title: The Wonders of a Toy Shop date: words: nan sentences: nan pages: flesch: nan cache: txt: summary: id: 1612 author: Conkling, Hilda title: Poems By a Little Girl date: words: 11272.0 sentences: 1368.0 pages: flesch: 99.0 cache: ./cache/1612.txt txt: ./txt/1612.txt summary: dedication poem to her mother, the little girl says: Apple-Jelly-Fish-Tree," and "Short Story" are the only poems in the Like the pine-tree on the hill And the wind rings them like little bells. They remember the sky, my little dreams, I saw the little people come out into the night, The birds sing songs of sun-drops. Like a ship leaning above blue water. You know it is blue like the sea . It curled up like a beautiful cinder-tree The spruce trees saw the white ships sailing away, And your blue back like a feathered sky, Trees Fat smell like a wind out of fairy-land The stars make the sky sparkle like gold-fish Hears a song of birds, stars, clouds, To-night I''d like to know A little girl like me Fairy-love blows away like leaves. The Bird of Paradise is like flowers of many trees Like a tree above my head, id: 4027 author: Follen, Eliza Lee Cabot title: Little Songs date: words: 4744.0 sentences: 659.0 pages: flesch: 106.0 cache: ./cache/4027.txt txt: ./txt/4027.txt summary: Little Annie went to play. All the little birds are sleeping, Let all little children try; Come to see good old Nursey, And he said to little Flash, "Come, you saucy little dog, Little children, come with me, Said little James then to his mother; The little dog said, (and he looked very wise,) A poor little boy he cried, O; So good night, little baby, Let the stars now have their turn at play; Look at little Rover; Come let us go and play. Little Mary was good; Little Annie shall sing, ''Tis about a little bird; THE LITTLE BOY''S MAY DAY SONG. THE LITTLE BOY''S MAY DAY SONG. O mother, let me laugh and play; THE LITTLE BOY''S GOOD NIGHT. THE LITTLE BOY''S GOOD NIGHT. Good night, my father, mother dear; To all my pretty flowers, good night; When you with little children play, Come here, my little Fido, too; id: 33691 author: Gaylord, Ilsien Nathalie title: Sandman Time date: words: 1117.0 sentences: 122.0 pages: flesch: 103.0 cache: ./cache/33691.txt txt: ./txt/33691.txt summary: And the little stars are listening, too, Why, the little flowers are the babies, Dear, Do you see those cunning little white clouds Just guess, if you can, what those little white clouds And the little wee baby ones, too? Well, all of those little wee baby stars And those little white clouds floating up in the sky, Are the dear little covers that go On the wee little beds of the baby stars, And the little Fairies of the Clouds, you know, How those darling little Fairies''ll be dressed? And then there''re the dear little Water-fairies, too, In little dresses of white foam-mist, The darling little Fairies of the Snow made it, Dear, Who''re coming to-night--just think of it, Dear, THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG THE LITTLE SLEEPY SONG There''s someone singing a little song LITTLE SUNSET SHIP OF DREAMS LITTLE SUNSET SHIP OF DREAMS Oh, little ship of Baby Dreams id: 17382 author: Moore, Clement Clarke title: A Visit From Saint Nicholas date: words: 629.0 sentences: 64.0 pages: flesch: 98.0 cache: ./cache/17382.txt txt: ./txt/17382.txt summary: A VISIT FROM SAINT NICHOLAS. Southern District of New York. [Illustration: Saint Nicholas] In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; Away to the window I flew like a flash, The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, With a sleigh full of toys--and St. Nicholas too. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. His eyes how they twinkled! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath. That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle; [Illustration: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL] id: 17135 author: Moore, Clement Clarke title: Twas the Night before Christmas: A Visit from St. Nicholas date: words: 1135.0 sentences: 102.0 pages: flesch: 91.0 cache: ./cache/17135.txt txt: ./txt/17135.txt summary: different persons, there was one, in New York City, not like any other A company of men, women, and children went together just after Moore, who wrote the poem, never expected that he would in it;--just the house to be living in on Christmas Eve. Dr. he liked writing a Hebrew Dictionary. One year he wrote this poem, which we usually call "''Twas the Night raised printing that blind children read with their fingers. happened that almost all the children in the world know this poem. Most of the children probably know the words of the poem. pictures painted by Miss Smith, showing children at other seasons of the children on that night that all children like best,--Christmas Eve! ''Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too. And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; id: 33629 author: Paine, Albert Bigelow title: The Autobiography of a Monkey date: words: 1590.0 sentences: 232.0 pages: flesch: 90.0 cache: ./cache/33629.txt txt: ./txt/33629.txt summary: Or joined in the jungle song. THE SONG OF THE JUNGLE. _The tribes of the jungle are we--_ The men came among us one day, Enticed foolish monkeys away. But the monkeys crept out of the tree-tops-The birds and the beasts of the forest The birds and the beasts of the forest And I studied the ways of my master Yet often I longed for the jungle-And, dressed in a gaudy new suit, And the last tangled trace of the jungle Till at night I was changed from a monkey On the ladies he took me to call-And I took her out boating next morning, Then, ho, for the skill of the jungle! Yet often I dreamed of the jungle-With Tusky, our elephant king. With Tusky, our elephant king. The ways and the customs of men. For man did not spring from the monkey, But monkey _descended from man!_ id: 24167 author: Pyle, Katharine title: Careless Jane and Other Tales date: words: nan sentences: nan pages: flesch: nan cache: txt: summary: id: 15834 author: Riley, James Whitcomb title: The Book of Joyous Children date: words: 10663.0 sentences: 1713.0 pages: flesch: 102.0 cache: ./cache/15834.txt txt: ./txt/15834.txt summary: A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREE, WHICH HAD BEEN BLOWN DOWN BY A STORM _When I wuz ist a little bit_ Boys know new things every day-May know that the round old earth rolls East;-[Illustration: "NO BOY KNOWS WHEN HE GOES TO SLEEP."] I want to hear, high overhead, The Old Flag flap her wings Ef you don''t hear little Billy an'' his big bass drum! [Illustration: "THE OLD TREE SAYS HE''S ALL OUR TREE."] _When Old Folks they wuz young like us_ Hear him whistle,--"Old--Bob--_White_!" Hear him say it?--"Old--Bob--_White_!" [Illustration: "A BIG, HOLLOW, OLD OAK-TREE, WHICH HAD BEEN BLOWN DOWN The old fox ran, and--Bless their little lives!-Ever''thing''s ist like it _used_ to be:-Though, say she know it "_ain''t_ Old Kriss-Old Bear said some day he''d go, Ist like their ma--bofe cried fer him!-But ist wite nen Had--ist like she alluz does-- id: 9777 author: Riley, James Whitcomb title: Riley Child-Rhymes date: words: 13146.0 sentences: 1751.0 pages: flesch: 103.0 cache: ./cache/9777.txt txt: ./txt/9777.txt summary: [Illustration: The Funny Little Fellow--Title] Came the Funny Little Man. He laughed away the sorrow, [Illustration: The Happy Little Cripple--Title] An'', nen the boys climbs on the fence, an'' little girls peeks through, W''y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out To climb the tree an'' git the Little Boy An'' nen the Little Boy He git wite _clos''t_ to the Little Boy, w''y nen The Little Boy he saw the _grea''-big Bear_ An'' nen--first thing you know,--when th'' old Big Bear Wuz wite clos''t to him--nen the Little Boy So when th'' old Bear''s so clos''t--the Little Boy An'' _nen_ th'' old Bear can''t find the Little Boy An'' nen the Little Boy climbs out the hole An'' nen the Little Boy he git his gun Wuz _apples_ on the tree!--An'' Little Boy The old Bear finds the Little Boy''s _gun_, you know, An'' nen the Little Boy clumb down the tree id: 20909 author: Roberts, Elizabeth Madox title: Under the Tree date: words: 6389.0 sentences: 735.0 pages: flesch: 105.0 cache: ./cache/20909.txt txt: ./txt/20909.txt summary: And moved a little bit away. I climbed a little crooked tree. I like to look into my pillow at night. A little brown bowl that can talk to me, The little brown bowl and the flying wings. I liked to watch her little tongue O little one away so far, A little light is going by, Up in the garden, a little rain came. I watch the little pulpit house-And what their little dreams are like A little gray thing came out of the grass. And Dick said, "Look what I have found!" The little new moon above the tree. I saw a tree that looked at me, A little bush could talk to me. A smooth little bush said a word to me. It makes a little talking sound. We watched the little ships go by. A little wind came to my face. And she said her little asking words. id: 11023 author: Unknown title: Gems of Poetry, for Girls and Boys date: words: 2249.0 sentences: 226.0 pages: flesch: 95.0 cache: ./cache/11023.txt txt: ./txt/11023.txt summary: I love to hear their pleasant song, "See yonder bird spread out his wings, My little happy boy, But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest. The little birds!--how sweet they sing! The little birds! The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. The moss-covered bucket which hangs in the well. These good little girls would immediately run; Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, LOVE AND DUTY TO PARENTS. My father, my mother, I know, You loved me before I could tell I hope I shall learn to be good, Let them sing of bright red gold; Let them sing of silver fair; The red-bloomed apple-tree; The red-cheeked apple-tree; Blossom-leaves all pink and white, The old apple-tree; The gold-cheeked apple-tree; The red-streaked apple-tree; Of the brave old apple-tree! Toys and Children''s Books, at his Store, that at any other place in the id: 19469 author: Various title: Poems Teachers Ask For, Book Two date: words: 95196.0 sentences: 9519.0 pages: flesch: 99.0 cache: ./cache/19469.txt txt: ./txt/19469.txt summary: An'' close the eyes o'' her that smiled, an'' leave her sweet voice dumb. All the day long from its dawning till you saw your kinsman fall, "Try not the Pass!" the old man said; The old man slowly raised his head, a sign that he did hear, A silence filled the little room; the old man bowed his head; Set on thy singing lips shall make thee glad; Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God''s great Judgment Seat; Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God''s great Judgment Seat; I can feel my young heart thrilling lest the old man should forget. I jess can''t tell his mother!--It''ll crush her poor old heart! And you who love a little girl who comes to you at night even now thy father comes, a ransomed man this day; id: 18909 author: Various title: Poems Teachers Ask For Selected by readers of "Normal Instructor-Primary Plans" date: words: 91592.0 sentences: 8942.0 pages: flesch: 99.0 cache: ./cache/18909.txt txt: ./txt/18909.txt summary: CHARLES SCRIBNER''S SONS--_Seein'' Things_ and _Little Boy Blue_, by Bright were his eyes like live coals, as he gave me a sideways glance. My man bent down his head and said, "Little woman, you''ve saved my life!" The worn look gone from his dear gray eyes, and in its place, a gleam An'' she comes on time like a flash of light, Said, to hush her heart''s wild throbbing: "Curfew shall not ring to-night." your lover lives," said Cromwell, "Curfew shall not ring to-night." Bessie comes with flying footsteps, eyes aglow with love-light sweet; I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, Its headlight made day of the darkness, and glared like the eyes of And the white-winged Angels of Heaven, to bear him shall come down; "Come, boys, I know there''s kindly hearts among so good a crowd-Said that she''d like to know the man that had such dreamy eyes. id: 24298 author: Weller, Ella Fraser title: Nestlings A Collection of Poems date: words: nan sentences: nan pages: flesch: nan cache: txt: summary: id: 24560 author: Wells, Carolyn title: The Jingle Book date: words: nan sentences: nan pages: flesch: nan cache: txt: summary: id: 26431 author: Wells, Carolyn title: Children of Our Town date: words: 2099.0 sentences: 246.0 pages: flesch: 98.0 cache: ./cache/26431.txt txt: ./txt/26431.txt summary: A blustering windy day''s just right For boys who want to fly a kite; But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park, Play properly, don''t splash yourself, and run back home ere dark. With little boys and girls inside, With children poor and ill-behaved, Ah, sweet Lucinda, best of girls, For instance, when some little girls just hate to go to school And beg that they may stay at home and play; Delight in _playing school_ the livelong day! Acquire a rolling gait, ''tis true. It blows the little children''s hair,-The happy girls and boys, But, Graybeard, you learned when a boy But there the boys will run and play The Little Mothers of the poor Your children and their pretty ways. OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS The Little Mothers of the rich Of baby boys or girls; The boys and girls all swarm around id: 45270 author: Wells, Carolyn title: The Seven Ages of Childhood date: words: 3259.0 sentences: 393.0 pages: flesch: 97.0 cache: ./cache/45270.txt txt: ./txt/45270.txt summary: [Illustration: _Copyright, 1909, Moffat, Yard & Co._ _First the Infant THE SEVEN LITTLE FRIENDS We know you cannot think or talk, And then some day into your eyes There comes a look exceeding wise. Each hour with wonder new is fraught; He wonders what it was he thought And she "loves muvver awful hard!" Like morning-glory''s soft unfolding, In the soft soil of little lives And grows like anything; Now love grows very fast, and so Homeward runs little Broken-heart, I do think maps are awful queer, I wonder if they ever think Where the daisies looked like star-tracks, There is so much I want to know. I think, when I grow big and tall, Then, with a happy little sound, In days that have to come to me. Who wanted me like anything, And have the wonders all come true "It--it''s a lovely day!" he said. I think it''s beautiful to-day!" id: 19316 author: nan title: Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for Boys date: words: 70074.0 sentences: 6551.0 pages: flesch: 96.0 cache: ./cache/19316.txt txt: ./txt/19316.txt summary: Like a dark wood he comes, or tempest pouring; To come forth like the spring-time fresh and green, Thou art my life, my love, my heart, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: This year old men shall reap; The dim, dark sea, so like unto Death, ''Like unto ships far off at sea, So Lord Howard passed away with five ships of war that day, But Sir Richard bore in hand all the sick men from the land And Sir Richard said again: ''We be all good English men. When first I saw thee; and thy heart spoke too, That I should one day find thy lord and thee. Come, let me lay my hand upon thy mane! And men shall not forget thee in thy grave. Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146 Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark 146 ==== make-pages.sh questions ==== make-pages.sh search ==== make-pages.sh topic modeling corpus Zipping study carrel