{"product_id":"2940149429004","title":"Mother Goose for Grown Folks (Illustrated)","description":"Somewhere in that uncertain \"long ago,\"\u003cbr\u003eWhose dim and vague chronology is all\u003cbr\u003eThat elfin tales or nursery fables know,\u003cbr\u003eRose a rare spirit,—keen, and quick, and quaint,—\u003cbr\u003eWhom by the title, whether fact or feint,\u003cbr\u003eMythic or real, Mother Goose we call.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf Momus and Minerva sprang the birth\u003cbr\u003eThat gave the laughing oracle to earth:\u003cbr\u003eA brimming bowl she bears, that, frothing\u003cbr\u003ehigh\u003cbr\u003eWith sparkling nonsense, seemeth non-\u003cbr\u003esense all;\u003cbr\u003eTill, the bright, floating syllabub blown by,\u003cbr\u003eLo, in its ruby splendor doth upshine\u003cbr\u003eThe crimson radiance of Olympian wine\u003cbr\u003eBy Pallas poured, in Jove's own banquet-\u003cbr\u003ehall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe world was but a baby when she came;\u003cbr\u003eSo to her songs it listened, and her name\u003cbr\u003eGrew to a word of power, her voice a spell\u003cbr\u003eWith charm to soothe its infant wearying\u003cbr\u003ewell.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut, in a later and maturer age,\u003cbr\u003eDeveloped to a dignity more sage,\u003cbr\u003eHaving its Shakspeares and its Words-\u003cbr\u003eworths now,\u003cbr\u003eIts Southeys and its Tennysons, to wear\u003cbr\u003eA halo on the high and lordly brow,\u003cbr\u003eOr poet-laurels in the waving hair;\u003cbr\u003eIts Lowells, Whittiers, Longfellows, to sing\u003cbr\u003eBallads of beauty, like the notes of spring,\u003cbr\u003eThe wise and prudent ones to nursery use\u003cbr\u003eLeave the dear lyrics of old Mother Goose.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWisdom of babes,—the nursery Shak-\u003cbr\u003espeare stilly—\u003cbr\u003eCackles she ever with the same good-will:\u003cbr\u003eUttering deep counsels in a foolish guise,\u003cbr\u003eThat come as warnings, even to the wise;\u003cbr\u003eAs when, of old, the martial city slept,\u003cbr\u003eUnconscious of the wily foe that crept\u003cbr\u003eUnder the midnight, till the alarm was heard\u003cbr\u003eOut from the mouth of Rome's plebeian\u003cbr\u003ebird.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFull many a rare and subtile thing hath\u003cbr\u003eshe,\u003cbr\u003eUndreamed of in the world's philosophy:\u003cbr\u003eToss-balls for children hath she humbly\u003cbr\u003erolled,\u003cbr\u003eThat shining jewels secretly enfold;\u003cbr\u003eSibylline leaves she casteth on the air,\u003cbr\u003eTwisted in fool's-caps, blown unheeded by,\u003cbr\u003eThat, in their lines grotesque, albeit, bear\u003cbr\u003eWords of grave truth, and signal prophecy;\u003cbr\u003eAnd lurking satire, whose sharp lashes hit\u003cbr\u003eA world of follies with their homely writ;\u003cbr\u003eWith here and there a roughly uttered hint,\u003cbr\u003eThat makes you wonder at the beauty\u003cbr\u003ein't;\u003cbr\u003eAs if, along the wayside's dusty edge,\u003cbr\u003eA hot-house flower had blossomed in a\u003cbr\u003ehedge.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo, like brave Layard in old Nineveh,\u003cbr\u003eAmong the memories of ancient song,\u003cbr\u003eAs curious relics, I would fain bestir;\u003cbr\u003eAnd gather, if it might be, into strong\u003cbr\u003eAnd shapely show, some wealth of its\u003cbr\u003elost lore;\u003cbr\u003eFragments of Truth's own architecture,\u003cbr\u003estrewed\u003cbr\u003eIn forms disjointed, whimsical, and rude,\u003cbr\u003eThat yet, to simpler vision, grandly stood\u003cbr\u003eComplete, beneath the golden light of","brand":"Lost Leaf Publications","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47149116063984,"sku":"2940149429004","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940149429004_p0.jpg?v=1763717851","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940149429004","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}