William Brighty Rands
Biography of William Brighty Rands
Born in 1823, William Brighty Rands published several volumes of children's literature anonymously and contributed to various periodicals under various pseudonyms, especially Matthew Browne, Henry Holbeach, and T. Talker. He worked as a reporter in the House of Commons and died in 1882. His major publications were:
[Browne, Matthew] Chaucer's England (London: Hurst and Blackett, 1869).
Lilliput Levee (1864)
Lilliput Lectures (London: Strahan, 1871). PR 5209 R2 L5 York University Library
Lilliput Revels (New York: G. Routledge, 1871). Microopaque. New York : Readex Microprint, 1970. Center of Research Libraries Database.
Lilliput Legends (1872)
W. B. Rand, Lilliput Lyrics, ed. R. Brimley Johnson (London: John Lane, the Bodley Head, 1899). del F Fisher Rare Book Library
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William Brighty Rands Poems
Great, Wide, Beautiful, Wonderful World
Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World, With the wonderful water round you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast-- World, you are beautifully drest.
IF the butterfly courted the bee, And the owl the porcupine; If churches were built in the sea, And three times one was nine;
The Cat Of Cats
I am the cat of cats. I am The everlasting cat! Cunning, and old, and sleek as jam, The everlasting cat!
I Saw A New World
I SAW a new world in my dream, Where all the folks alike did seem: There was no Child, there was no Mother, There was no Change, there was no Other.
When Love arose in heart and deed To wake the world to greater joy, 'What can she give me now?' said Greed, Who thought to win some costly toy.
The First Tooth
There once was a wood, and a very thick wood, So thick that to walk was as much as you could; But a sunbeam got in, and the trees understood.
Dressing The Doll
THIS is the way we dress the Doll:— You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll, If you give her a crook with a pastoral hook, But this is the way we dress the Doll.
Little Ditties I
Winifred Waters sat and sighed Under a weeping willow; When she went to bed she cried, Wetting all the pillow;
Into the skies, one summer's day, I sent a little Thought away; Up to where, in the blue round, The sun sat shining without sound.
Brown eyes, Straight nose; Dirt pies, Rumpled clothes;
The Dream Of A Girl Who Lived At Seven-O...
Seven sweet singing birds up in a tree; Seven swift sailing ships white upon the sea; Seven bright weather-cocks shining in the sun; Seven slim race-horses ready for a run;
The Dream Of A Boy Who Lived At Nine-Elm...
Nine grenadiers, with bayonets in their guns; Nine bakers' baskets, with hot cross buns; Nine brown elephants standing in a row; Nine new velocipedes, good ones to go;
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore — No doubt you have heard the name before — Was a boy who never would shut a door!
Cuckoo In The Pear-Tree
The Cuckoo sat in the old pear-tree, Cuckoo! Raining or snowing, nought cared he. Cuckoo!
Little Ditties I
Winifred Waters sat and sighed
Under a weeping willow;
When she went to bed she cried,
Wetting all the pillow;
Kept on crying night and day,
Till her friends lost patience;
"What shall we do to stop her, pray?"
So said her relations.