Rhymes for the nursery. By the authors of 'Original poems'.

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Página 10 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Página 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.
Página 79 - Oh! it is a little lark, Singing in the morning air. Little lark, do tell me why You are singing in the sky. Other little birds at rest, Have not yet begun to sing ; Every one is in its nest, With its head behind its wing : Little lark, then, tell me why You sing so early in the sky.
Página 87 - I've got my own work to see after, said he ; You must shift for yourself, if you please ; So he crawled off, as selfish and cross as could be, And lay down to sleep at his ease.
Página 69 - I'm afraid that it will die, Why can't it eat as well as I, And jump and talk ? Do let it try, Poor baby. Why, you were once a baby too, And could not jump, as now you do, But good mamma took care of you, Like baby. And then she taught your pretty feet To pat along the carpet neat, And...
Página 2 - 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.
Página 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 cowslip eat, That will make it very sweet.
Página 54 - To warm and to guard them, her love was so strong ; And her mate sat beside her, and sung her a song. One day the young birds were all crying for food, So off flew the mother, away from her brood ; And up came some boys who were wicked and rude.
Página 40 - I'll tell you what I us'd to say, That I would nothing do but play. And so, instead of being taught Some useful bus'ness, as I ought, To play about was all I sought. And now that I am old and grey, I wander on my lonely way, And beg my bread from day to day.
Página 31 - And worked all day long in the fields till 'twas dark : Then came home again to his dear mother's cot, And cheerfully 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...

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