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baby's bear BEGGAR bread and milk BREAKFAST bright child clean clothes cradle bed curtains dainty fare DAISY dare dark darling DARTON dear mamma dine ditto doth blow dreadful Ev'ry day fast feet fingers flat FLOWER forget fresh GARDEN gone GRACECHURCH-STREET grass grieve grow happy hard HARVEY head Here's I'm a little Infants keep knee labour lady leave light Little baby dear LITTLE BOY little girl little snail London look meek merry morning mother naughty neat never nice night Nursery once patiently Peeping plates play with fire pleasant pluck Poor Growler Pretty cow pretty little kiss PRICE ONE SHILLING PUSS pussy cat Rhymes ride SELFISH shocking Shut Sing soon spare stalk sure sweet tail tell THANK thin thing tiny spark trick trouble Twas twinkle walk Warm wash wear window-pane winter's worse yellow
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Pàgina 11 - ... When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveler in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark : He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye . Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Pàgina 5 - 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 7 - BABY, baby, ope your eye, For the sun is in the sky, And he's peeping once again Through the frosty window-pane : Little baby, do not keep Any longer fast asleep. There now, sit in mother's lap, That she may untie your cap ; For the little strings have got Twisted into such a knot : Ah ! for shame, you've been at play With the bobbin, as you lay.
Pàgina 20 - 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 6 - 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.
Pàgina 14 - Growler ! if he could but speak, He'd tell (as well he might) How he would bear with many a freak, And wag his tail, and look so meek, And neither bark nor bite. Upon his back he lets you ride, All round and round the yard ; And now, while sitting by your side, To have a bit of bread denied, Is really very hard. And all your little tricks...
Pàgina 21 - I've a servant by my side. And I never, all the day, Need do any thing but play; Nor even soil my little hand, Because I am so very grand; 0 ! I'm very glad, I'm sure, I need not labour, like the poor.
Pàgina 10 - Learning to go alone. COME, my darling, come away, Take a pretty walk to-day; Run along and never fear, I'll take care of baby dear; Up and down with little feet, That's the way to walk, my sweet. Now it is so very near, Soon she'll get to mother dear. There she comes along at last, Here's my finger, hold it fast; Now one pretty little kiss, After such a walk as this.
Pàgina 16 - PRETTY flower, tell me why All your leaves do open wide, Every morning, when on high The noble sun begins to ride. This is why, my lady fair, If you would the reason know, For betimes the pleasant air Very cheerfully doth blow. And the birds on every tree, Sing a merry, merry tune, And the busy honey-bee Comes to suck my sugar soon. This is all the reason why I my little leaves undo : Lady, lady, wake and try If I have not told you true.