Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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The Winter Nosegay.
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The Winter Nosegay.
Now the winds of winter blow
Fiercely through the chilly air;
Now the fields are white with snow,
Can we find a posy there?
No, there cannot, all around,
A single blade of grass be found.
Fiercely through the chilly air;
Now the fields are white with snow,
Can we find a posy there?
No, there cannot, all around,
A single blade of grass be found.
Nothing but the holly bright,
Spotted with its berries gay;
Lauristinus, red and white;
Or the ivy's crooked spray;
With a sloe of darksome blue,
Where the ragged blackthorn grew.
Spotted with its berries gay;
Lauristinus, red and white;
Or the ivy's crooked spray;
With a sloe of darksome blue,
Where the ragged blackthorn grew.
Or the hip of shining red,
Where the wild rose used to grow,
Peeping out its scarlet head,
From beneath a cap of snow;
These are all that dare to stay,
Through the cutting winter's day.
Where the wild rose used to grow,
Peeping out its scarlet head,
From beneath a cap of snow;
These are all that dare to stay,
Through the cutting winter's day.
A. T.
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