• Small and Early

    When dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon the floor;
    No matter how much tea I drank, she always gave me more;
    Our table was the scarlet box in which her tea-set came;
    Our guests, an armless one-eyed doll, a wooden horse gone lame.
    She poured out nothing, very fast,—the tea-pot tipped on high,—
    And in the bowl found sugar lumps unseen by my dull eye....

    Tudor Jenks

  • Small and Early

    When Dorothy and I took tea, we sat upon the floor;
    No matter how much tea I drank, she always gave me more;
    Our table was the scarlet box in which her tea-set came;
    Our guests, an armless one-eyed doll, a wooden horse gone lame.
    She poured out nothing, very fast,—the tea-pot tipped on high,—
    And in the bowl found sugar lumps unseen by my dull eye....

    Tudor Jenks

  • “There was a small boy of Quebec”

    There was a small boy of Quebec,
    Who was buried in snow to his neck;
      When they said. “Are you friz?”
      He replied, “Yes, I is—
    But we don’t call this cold in Quebec.”

    Rudyard Kipling

  • Small Beginnings

    A Traveller through a dusty road strewed acorns on the lea;
    And one took root and sprouted up, and grew into a tree.
    Love sought its shade, at evening time, to breath its early vows;
    And age was pleased, in heats of noon, to bask beneath its boughs;
    The dormouse loved its dangling twigs, the birds sweet music bore;
    It stood a glory in its place, a...

    Charles Mackay

  • Epigram On One Who Invited Many Gentlemen To A Small Dinner.

       PETER (says Pope) won't poison with his meat;

    'Tis true, for Peter gives you nought to eat.

  • A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,

    A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,

    And yet if you compare the Lasts,

    Hers is the smallest Boot —

  • Pink — small — and punctual —

    Pink — small — and punctual —

    Aromatic — low —

    Covert — in April —

    Candid — in May —

    Dear to the Moss —

    Known to the Knoll —

    Next to the Robin

    In every human Soul —

    Bold little Beauty

    Bedecked with thee

    Nature forswears

    Antiquity —

  • The Day grew small, surrounded tight

    The Day grew small, surrounded tight

    By early, stooping Night —

    The Afternoon in Evening deep

    Its Yellow shortness dropt —

    The Winds went out their martial ways

    The Leaves obtained excuse —

    November hung his Granite Hat

    Upon a nail of Plush —

  • To my small Hearth His fire came —

    To my small Hearth His fire came —

    And all my House aglow

    Did fan and rock, with sudden light —

    'Twas Sunrise — 'twas the Sky —


    Impanelled from no Summer brief —

    With limit of Decay —

    'Twas Noon — without the News of Night —

    Nay, Nature, it was Day —

  • We should not mind so small a flower —

    We should not mind so small a flower —

    Except it quiet bring

    Our little garden that we lost

    Back to the Lawn again.


    So spicy her Carnations nod —

    So drunken, reel her Bees —

    So silver steal a hundred flutes

    From out a hundred trees —


    That whoso sees this little flower...