The Cat And Venus

"Might his Cat be a woman," he said:
Venus changed her: the couple were wed:
But a mouse in her sight
Metamorphosed her quite,
And for bride, a cat found he instead.

Nature Will Out

Walter Crane

Walter Crane was an English artist and book illustrator, considered to be one of the most prolific and influential children's book creators of his generation. Born on August 15, 1845, and passing away on March 14, 1915, he was part of the Arts and Crafts movement and is known for his innovative contributions to children's literature. His work often combined art and poetry, aiming to educate and delight young readers.

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The sweetest voice he ever knew.
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The Married Mouse

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The mouse, indeed, was sadly bruised.
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Though the Lion in love let them draw
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He'd no bride for his pains,
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Ere he set on his maiden a paw.

Our Very Means May Defeat Our Ends

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