Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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The Summer Nosegay.
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The Summer Nosegay.
Now the yellow cowslips fade,
All along the woody walk;
And the primrose hangs her head
Faintly, on her tiny stalk;
Let us to the garden go,
Where the flow'rs of summer grow.
All along the woody walk;
And the primrose hangs her head
Faintly, on her tiny stalk;
Let us to the garden go,
Where the flow'rs of summer grow.
Come, and make a nosegay there,
Plucking every flower that blows:
Brier sweet, and lily fair,
That along the valley grows;
With a honeysuckle red,
Round the shady arbour led.
Plucking every flower that blows:
Brier sweet, and lily fair,
That along the valley grows;
With a honeysuckle red,
Round the shady arbour led.
Then a budding rose or two,
Half in mossy leaves enroll'd,
With the larkspur red and blue,
Streaky pink, and marigold:
These shall make our posy gay,
In the cheerful summer day.
Half in mossy leaves enroll'd,
With the larkspur red and blue,
Streaky pink, and marigold:
These shall make our posy gay,
In the cheerful summer day.
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