Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO J. H. - FOUR YEARS OLD: A NURSERY SONG, by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Ah, little ranting johnny Last Line: Shall whistle home to bed, john. Alternate Author Name(s): Hunt, Leigh Subject(s): Children; Childhood | ||||||||
AH, little ranting Johnny, For ever blithe and bonny, And singing nonny, nonny, With hat just thrown upon ye; Or whistling like the thrushes, With a voice in silver gushes; Or twisting random posies With daisies, weeds, and roses; And strutting in and out so, Or dancing all about so; With cock-up nose so lightsome, And sidelong eyes so brightsome, And cheeks as ripe as apples, And head as rough as Dapple's, And arms as sunny shining As if their veins they'd wine in, And mouth that smiles so truly Heaven seems to have made it newly -- It breaks into such sweetness With merry-lipped completeness; Ah, Jack, ah Gianni mio, As blithe as Laughing Trio! -- Sir Richard, too, you rattler, So christened from the Tattler, My Bacchus in his glory My little Cor-di-fiori, My tricksome Puck, my Robin, Who in and out come bobbing, As full of feints and frolics as That fibbing rogue Autolycus, And play the graceless robber on Your grave-eyed brother Oberon, -- Ah Dick, ah Dolce-riso How can you, can you be so? One cannot turn a minute, But mischief -- there you're in it: A-getting at my books, John. With mighty bustling looks, John, Or poking at the roses In midst of which your nose is; Or climbing on a table No matter how unstable And turning up your quaint eye And half-shut teeth, with "Mayn't I?" Or else you're off at play, John, Just as you'd be all day, John, With hat or not, as happens; And there you dance, and clap hands, Or on the grass go rolling, Or plucking flowers, or bowling, And getting me expenses With losing balls o'er fences; Or, as the constant trade is, Are fondled by the ladies With "What a young rogue this is!" Reforming him with kisses; Till suddenly you cry out, As if you had an eye out, So desperately tearful, The sound is really fearful; When lo! directly after, It bubbles into laughter. Ah rogue! and do you know, John Why 't is we love you so, John? And how it is they let ye Do what you like and pet ye, Though all who look upon ye, Exclaim, "Ah, Johnny, Johnny!" It is because you please 'em Still more, John, than you tease 'em; Because, too, when not present, The thought of you is pleasant; Because, though such an elf, John, They think that if yourself, John, Had something to condemn too, You'd be as kind to them too; In short, because you're very Good-tempered, Jack, and merry; And are as quick at giving As easy at receiving; And in the midst of pleasure Are certain to find leisure To think, my boy, of ours, And bring us lumps of flowers. But see, the sun shines brightly; Come, put your hat on rightly, And we'll among the bushes, And hear your friends, the thrushes; And see what fiowers the weather Has rendered fit to gather And, when we home must jog, you Shall ride my back, you rogue you, -- Your hat adorned with fine leaves, Horse-chestnut, oak, and vine-leaves, And so, with green o'erhead, John, Shall whistle home to bed, John. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE ABOU BEN ADHEM by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT |
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