Poems we learned in school

[ailbhe]

My teacher in fourth class (age 8 approx) tended not to do the poems in our Reader. Some of the ones I remember doing are...

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead;
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed;
I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking, and sent him down the sky.

And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

Two little boys had two little toys, each had a wooden horse (long, so do click the link for the full text).

The little toy dog is covered with dust,
but sturdy and staunch he stands. (again, long).

... that same teacher also had a thing for martyrs. And people who had stigmata.

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Two little boys was the first record I ever owned. I was given it for my 5th birthday.