In through the window a moonbeam comes,
Little gold moonbeam with misty wings. —Page 133.
Oh, the world’s running over with joy. —Page 147.
The honorable gentleman has not told us who is to hang the bell around the Cat’s neck. —Page 197.
Here is the mill with the humming of thunder,
Here is the weir with the wonder of foam,
Here is the sluice with the race running under—
Marvelous places, though handy to home. —Page 349.
Then she smooths the eyelids down
Over those two eyes of brown—
In such soothing, tender wise
Cometh Lady Button-Eyes. —Page 367.
One must be content with the good one has enjoyed. —Page 379.
Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
’Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away. —Page 411.
It matters nothing if one is born in a duck yard, if one can only be hatched from a swan’s egg. —Page 427.