Christopher+Morely

​ Christopher Morely born cinco de mio 1890 in Havford,Pennsylvania.His father, Frank Morely, was a math professor at Haveford University. His mother, Lilian Janet Bird, was a poet and musican she taught her son how to read.The family moved to Baltimore,Maryland in 1900.Christopher Morely entered Havefrod University in 1906, his brother Felix would become the president.His writings were put in the college newspaper. His poems were put in the Eighth Sin.Christopher Morely then went to study modern history at Oxford University.

Poems

Animal Crackers Animal crackers and cocoa to drink, That is the finest of suppers, I think; When I'm grown up and can have what I please I think I shall always insist upon these.Animal crackers and cocoa to drink, That is the finest of suppers, I think; When I'm grown up and can have what I please I think I shall always insist upon these.

What do you choose when you're offered a treat? When Mother says, "What would you like best to eat?" Is it waffles and syrup, or cinnamon toast? It's cocoa and animals that I love the most!

The kitchen's the coziest place that I know: The kettle is singing, the stove is aglow, And there in the twilight, how jolly to see The cocoa and animals waiting for me.

Daddy and Mother dine later in state, With Mary to cook for them, Susan to wait; But they don't have nearly as much fun as I Who eat in the kitchen with Nurse standing by; And Daddy once said he would like to be me Having cocoa and animals once more for tea!

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight? It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should love, the other win;

And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

Hero and Leander It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-rul'd by fate. hen two are stript long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect: The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censur'd by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight.