The Posy Ring: A Book of Verse for ChildrenMcClure, Phillips, 1915 - 290 pages A collection of poetry arranged according to subjects such as the months and seasons of the year, childhood and the child's world, birds, flowers, animals, fairies, and Christmas. |
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... king's highway . It was not too nice to bustle the bags Of the beggar and flutter his dirty rags . " Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig and the gentleman's cloak . Through the forest it roared , and ...
... king's highway . It was not too nice to bustle the bags Of the beggar and flutter his dirty rags . " Twas so bold that it feared not to play its joke With the doctor's wig and the gentleman's cloak . Through the forest it roared , and ...
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... king ; Then blooms each thing , then Maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The Palm and May make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the ...
... king ; Then blooms each thing , then Maids dance in a ring , Cold doth not sting , the pretty birds do sing- Cuckoo , jug - jug , pu - we , to - witta - woo ! The Palm and May make country houses gay , Lambs frisk and play , the ...
Page 104
... king ! Couch'd in the teeming grass , I spy each pretty lass . I look where no one dares , And I stare where no one ... Kings and Queens of the May 104 THE POSY RING Song By Thomas Love Peacock.
... king ! Couch'd in the teeming grass , I spy each pretty lass . I look where no one dares , And I stare where no one ... Kings and Queens of the May 104 THE POSY RING Song By Thomas Love Peacock.
Page 105
... Kings and Queens of the May If you want to be , Every one of you , very good , In this beautiful , beautiful , beautiful wood , Where the little birds ' heads get so turned with delight That some of them sing all night : Whatever you ...
... Kings and Queens of the May If you want to be , Every one of you , very good , In this beautiful , beautiful , beautiful wood , Where the little birds ' heads get so turned with delight That some of them sing all night : Whatever you ...
Page 119
... shall be thy bed , our house shall be thy fold . " It will not , will not rest ! Poor creature , can it be That ' tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are THE POSY KING 119.
... shall be thy bed , our house shall be thy fold . " It will not , will not rest ! Poor creature , can it be That ' tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee ? Things that I know not of belike to thee are THE POSY KING 119.
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Auld Daddy Darkness baby beautiful birdie blow blue Blynken Bob-o'-link bough bright brown Celia Thaxter Charles Scribner's Sons chee child Christina G Christmas day comes Coo-coo creeping everywhere daisies dance Dandelion dream Eugene Field eyes fairy flowers good-night grass gray green head heart heaven hill hush KATE DOUGLAS WIGGIN kiss Lady Moon lamb lark laugh little bird little children little Gustava Little white Lily lullaby Margaret Deland Mary Howitt Mary Mapes Dodge merry mooly cow morning mother nest never night o'er peep pipe play pleasant pretty rain ring Robert Louis Stevenson Rockaby rose round sail shining sleep smiling snow snowbird snowbird sings soft softly song Spink Spring stole Summer sweet thee There's things thou To-whit tree violets warm wild William Allingham William Blake William Brighty Rands wind wing wonderful Wynken yellow
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Page 135 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 262 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there...
Page 77 - Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Nobody knows but my mate and I Where our nest and our nestlings lie. Chee, chee, chee. Summer wanes; the children are grown; Fun and frolic no more he knows; Robert of Lincoln's a humdrum crone; Off he flies, and we sing as he goes: Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; When you can pipe that merry old strain, Robert of Lincoln, come back again. Chee, chee, chee.
Page 76 - White are his shoulders and white his crest. Hear him call in his merry note: "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Look, what a nice new coat is mine, Sure there was never a bird so fine. Chee, chee, chee!" Robert of Lincoln's Quaker wife, Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, Passing at home a patient life, Broods in the grass while her husband sings: "Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink; Brood, kind creature; you need not fear Thieves and robbers while I am here. Chee,...
Page 201 - The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!
Page 131 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
Page 107 - Of all beasts he learned the language, learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them
Page 158 - Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. * And turning homeward, now they cried. — Edit. 1815. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.* ALICE FELLjt OR, POVERTY.
Page 135 - I Remember I remember, I remember, The house where I was born ; The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away 1 I remember, I remember...
Page 75 - MERRILY swinging on brier and weed, Near to the nest of his little dame, Over the mountain-side or mead, Robert of Lincoln is telling his name : Bob-o'-link, bob-o'-link, Spink, spank, spink ; Snug and safe is that nest of ours, Hidden among the summer flowers. Chee, chee, chee.