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Rhymes for the Nursery. By the authors of “Original Poems” [Ann and Jane ...
Visualització completa - 1842
Rhymes for the Nursery. By the Authors of “Original Poems” [i.e. Anne and ...
Visualització completa - 1850
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Pàgina 10 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Pàgina 11 - LITTLE sister, come away, And let us in the garden play, For it is a pleasant day. On the grass-plat let us sit, Or, if you please, we'll play a bit, And run about all over it. But the fruit we will not pick, For that would be a naughty trick, And very likely make us sick. Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers That grow about the beds and bowers, Because you know they are not ours.
Pàgina 32 - And the little ants, busy and gay, Creeping out from their houses are seen. They've left us no room to go by, So we'll step aside on to the grass, For a hundred poor insects might die, Under your little feet as they pass. Sleepy Harry. I DO not like to go to bed, Sleepy little Harry said, So, naughty Betty, go away, I will not come at all, I say.
Pàgina 31 - And work'd all day long in the fields till 'twas dark, Then came home again to his dear mother's cot, And joyfully gave her the wages he got. And oh, how she loved him ! how great was her joy ! To think her dear Jem was a dutiful boy : Her arm round his neck she would tenderly cast, And kiss his red cheek, while the tears trickled fast. Oh, then, was not little Jem happier far, Than naughty, and idle, and wicked boys are? For, as long as he lived, 'twas his comfort and joy, To think he'd not been...
Pàgina 28 - I'm found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is covered flat, With a white and yellow hat. Little lady, when you pass Lightly o'er the tender grass, Skip about, but do not tread On my meek and healthy head, For I always seem to say, " Surly Winter's gone away-
Pàgina 35 - And such a little of it too, You have not taken pains, I fear. Oh ! no, your work has been forgotten, Indeed you've hardly thought of that ; I saw you roll your ball of cotton About the floor to please the cat. See, here are stitches straggling wide, And others reaching down so far ; I'm very sure you have not tried At all to-day to please mamma.
Pàgina 55 - Peeping on the flower-bed, Looking all so green and gay On this fine and pleasant day. For the mild south wind doth blow, And hath melted all the snow, And the sun shines out so warm, You need not fear another storm. So your pretty flower show, And your petals white undo, Then you'll hang your modest head Down upon my flower bed.
Pàgina 1 - Cow. THANK you, pretty cow, that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread, Every day, and every night, Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white. Do not chew the hemlock rank, Growing on the weedy bank ; But the yellow cowslips eat, They will make it very sweet. Where the purple violet grows, Where the bubbling water flows, Where the grass is fresh and fine, Pretty cow, go there and dine.
Pàgina 93 - The Dunce of a Kitten. COME, pussy, will you learn to read ? I've got a pretty book: Nay, turn this way, you must indeed : Fie, there's a sulky look. Here is a pretty picture, see, An apple, and great A : How stupid you will ever be, If you do nought but play. Come, A, B, C, an easy task, What any fool can do: I will do any thing you ask, For dearly I love you. Now, how I'm...
Pàgina 2 - Shut your eye-peeps, now the day And the light are gone away ; All the clothes are tucked in tight ; Little baby dear, good night. Yes, my darling, well I know How the bitter wind doth blow ; And the winter's snow and rain, Patter on the window-pane ; But they cannot come in here, To my little baby dear ; For the window shutteth fast, Till the stormy night is past ; And the curtains warm are spread Round about her cradle-bed ; So till morning shineth bright, Little baby dear, good night.