Rose buds — Reading Companion

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Gerson, Virginia, 1864-1951 Project Gutenberg 2024 Not confirmed
Children's poetry; Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile poetry; Children -- Juvenile poetry Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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Reading time 23 min
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Virginia Gerson's 1885 children's poetry collection uses varied meters and direct address to depict childhood misbehavior, play, and moral lessons. The poems feature concrete details like a crabapple sprig, a sunburnt nose, and rolling hooples, with a narrative voice that shifts from playful to cautionary.
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Laughed out so gayly, it scared them away._

_My dicky bird! My dicky bird! Where can he be, poor thing? He is sitting alone On a green mossy stone, Trying his best to sing._

_Oh, come let us play A game of croquet, Cried rosy-cheeked May To her sister one day._

_They played a great game, And then had another; May won the first, But Jane won the other._

_I tell you that I’ve lost my hat; It’s full of roses red. I do wish that I had my hat To tie upon my head!_

_I threw it down, Caught up my gown, And ran to catch my cat; I did not get My little pet, And could not find my hat._

_Now one, two, three, And, oh, dear me! Whatever shall I do? I’ve lost my hat And my pet cat, Yes, and my temper too._

_Josiah Brown Has come to town, He has a pink bouquet; He brought it straight From Applegate, To give to little May._

_The green grass is growing, And a fresh breeze is blowing, And a red robin’s learning to fly, oh! There’s a bush and a pond, And what is beyond? Nothing but bright blue sky, oh!_

_Two little boys with flying hair, Where summer winds are blowing. Don’t you wish that you were there? For o’er the waves they’re going._

_Ding dong, ding dong, Sang out a bell; And off to church went pretty Nell, Went pretty Nell, Went pretty Nell, And off to church went pretty Nell._

_Ding dong, dang dong, Called out a bell; And off to school ran pretty Nell, Ran pretty Nell, Ran pretty Nell, And off to school ran pretty Nell._

_Dingling, dingling, Laughed out a bell; And home to tea came pretty Nell, Came pretty Nell, Came pretty Nell, And home to tea came pretty Nell._

_Hurry, pretty Nelly, Patty cakes and jelly; The tea is hot In the big tea-pot, Singing for you, Nelly._

_Oh, dandelions, dandelions, What have you there?— A rosy little baby With yellow, yellow hair._

_But, dandelions, dandelions, What can she do?— Pucker up her little mouth And throw a kiss to you!_

_Two tiny shiny negroes, Standing there so shy, Half hidden in the dripping clothes Hanging up to dry._

_Some one’s coming up the road, Will she pass them by? They pull the clothes about them close And peep out of one eye._

“_Dat’s dear Miss Nancy Dawson What am it she’s got dar? I t’ink it’s beau’ful oranges, Jes’ like her golden ha’r._”

_“Come here! Susannah Teabout,” Sweet Nancy Dawson cried, As out between the table-cloths Susannah’s face she spied._

_Susannah bashfully came forth. Asked Nancy, “Where is Rose?” Just then a timid giggle Came from behind the clothes._

_So Susie went and quickly brought Rosalba into view, And Nancy gave them each some fruit, And bade them both “adieu”._

_Do look at little Bobbie! Dear me! he is so nobbie! He struts about with a walking-stick, And carries a watch that goes tick, tick! Tick, tock! Tick, tock! Tick, tick, tick! Look at little Bobbie with his walking-stick._

_Amy! Amy! Oh, where is Amy Clare? Little cats On funny mats She’s working for the fair._

_There was a little boy, And he had a little drum: Ta ratta, ta ratta, tum-tum! He played very loud, And he played very fast— Ta rumpa, ta rumpa, bum-bum!_

_He rattled away, And away did he play: Ta ratta, ta ratta, tum-tum! Till he made all the boys Stop their ears at his noise— Ta rumpa, ta rumpa, bum-bum!_

_My dolly is a Japanese, And will not say his A, B, C’s, No matter how I coax and tease. That naughty, naughty Japanese!_

_Go to sleep, my little baby. See! the sun has gone to sleep; Dream of bright white snow, my baby, Soft and white and deep! Dream of pretty flowers, baby, Pink or white or blue. Pretty little dreams, my baby, Angels send to you!_

_Out from the trees in an unlooked-for place Runs Dorothy Daw with a frightful false-face, That grins and glares, And thoroughly scares Poor Minnie, who thinks it a terrible sight. But, Minnie, don’t you mind it! There’s a smiling face behind it— Very naughty is Miss Dorothy to give you such a fright._

_Peggie and Lollie, Two little girls jolly; They skipped the rope In the summer sun!_

_They counted six, seven, Eight, nine, ten, eleven, And were tired, indeed, When they had done._

Virginia Gerson's Rose Buds (1885) opens with a poem that immediately establishes its method: the narrator corrects a mistaken assumption about Josephine Maud, who is not asleep but lying still after a tantrum. The verse moves from direct address to a confession of bad behavior—"She crushed its pink nose, she tore off its wig"—then to maternal reproach and a resolution. This pattern of incident, consequence, and reform recurs throughout the collection, but Gerson varies her approach poem by poem.

Meter and Moral Design

Gerson matches poetic form to subject. The opening poem uses a loose anapestic rhythm that mimics a child's breathless confession, while "Naughty Tommy Warner" shifts to a shorter, punchier line: "Tommy! Tommy! Oh, where is Tommy Warner? / Naughty boys / Break their toys,— / Tommy's in the corner!" The truncated lines isolate the key words—"Naughty," "Break," "corner"—reinforcing the moral point through typography and rhythm. In "Papa Has Gone to Sea," the same technique yields a darker outcome: a boy is eaten by a shark, and the jaunty meter makes the sudden violence more startling. Gerson does not soften consequences; she embeds them in the verse's structure.

Objects and Actions as Character Clues

Gerson builds character through specific, tangible details. Josephine Maud's tantrum is defined by what she does to her doll: "She crushed its pink nose, she tore off its wig, / She whipped her poor doll with a crabapple sprig." The crabapple sprig is an unexpected, rural detail that grounds the scene. Similarly, the boy who goes to sea is identified by "sailor clothes / And a sunburnt nose"—a single physical trait that signals his transformation. In "Hoople," the rolling hoop becomes a metaphor for uncontrollable motion: "Who can tell but some day / They'll roll far away, / And never, no never, be found." The objects are never generic; they are chosen to reveal something about the child who uses them.

The Narrator's Shifting Voice

Gerson's narrator does not maintain a consistent tone. Sometimes the voice is confiding, as in the opening poem's "I can't bear to tell you, and yet—well, I will." At other times it is brisk and instructional: "Lillie! Lillie! Ah, here is Lillie Lansing: / Right foot! Left foot! Lilian is dancing." The exclamation marks and repeated names create a sense of direct address, as if the speaker is pointing out children in a room. In "The Race," the voice becomes communal: "Girls and boys come out to-day, / The sun is shining on the hay." This shift from intimate to collective address suggests that the collection was designed for both private reading and group recitation, a dual purpose that affects how each poem is paced.

Rhyme as a Tool for Memory

Many poems in Rose Buds rely on strong end rhymes and repeated refrains that make them easy to remember. "Heigh ho! heigh ho! / Papa has gone to sea" recurs like a chant, and the rhyme scheme of "The Merry Little Tar"—"glory / story / sea / free"—creates a sing-song quality that belies the grim ending. Gerson also uses internal rhyme: "He climbed so fast / The topsail past." This technique, common in nursery rhymes, serves a pedagogical purpose: the poems are designed to be memorized, and the rhymes act as mnemonic anchors. The moral lessons—about temper, obedience, and consequences—are thus embedded in lines that children can easily recall and repeat.

The Role of the Index

The index lists 56 poem titles, many of which are children's names: "Josephine Maud," "Lilly Lansing," "Josiah Brown," "Betsy Braken." This suggests that the collection functions as a kind of gallery of character types, each poem a miniature portrait. The titles also indicate the poems' brevity—most occupy a single page—and their variety: some are about objects ("The Cat and the Hat," "Soap Bubbles"), others about activities ("Croquet," "The Bath"), and still others about moral states ("Naughty Tommy Warner," "Frightened Minnie"). The index itself is a map of Gerson's method: she moves quickly from one subject to the next, never dwelling long enough for the didacticism to become heavy.

Gerson's Rose Buds rewards attention to its small formal choices—the sudden shift in meter, the unexpected object, the change in narrative distance. Readers may find it useful to read the poems aloud, as the rhymes and rhythms are designed for the ear. The collection's brevity (5,230 words) and its 56 short poems make it easy to sample; a single poem can be examined for how Gerson balances instruction with entertainment. The moral lessons are explicit, but the craft that delivers them is worth noticing.

I keep thinking about that old poetry collection, how its playful voice sometimes turns quiet and serious. It reminded me of another book, An Essay on War, in Blank Verse; Honington Green, a Ballad; the Culprit, an Elegy; and Other Poems, on Various Subjects — Text and Context, which lingers in a similar way—gentle verses carrying heavier weight beneath.

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