Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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Passion and Penitence.
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Passion and Penitence.
Here's morning again, and a good fire-side,
And a breakfast so nice, in a basin so full;
How good, dear mamma, for my wants to provide,
I ought to be good too—but sure you are dull.
And a breakfast so nice, in a basin so full;
How good, dear mamma, for my wants to provide,
I ought to be good too—but sure you are dull.
You don't smile to meet me, nor call me your dear;
Nor place your arms round me so kind on your knee;
Nor give the sweet kiss as I climb up your chair:
Nay, sure that's a frown: are you angry with me?
Nor place your arms round me so kind on your knee;
Nor give the sweet kiss as I climb up your chair:
Nay, sure that's a frown: are you angry with me?
Oh! now I remember, quite naughty last night,
I left you in passion, nor came for a kiss;
I bounced from the room in vexation and spite:
Indeed, 'twas ungrateful, I did act amiss.
I left you in passion, nor came for a kiss;
I bounced from the room in vexation and spite:
Indeed, 'twas ungrateful, I did act amiss.
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My fretful ill-temper, so haughty and rude,
To you was unkind, before God it was wrong!
I'm asham'd to come near, when I know I'm not good:
You ought not to kiss me for ever so long.
To you was unkind, before God it was wrong!
I'm asham'd to come near, when I know I'm not good:
You ought not to kiss me for ever so long.
Yet, indeed, I do love you, and stoutly will try
To subdue ev'ry passion that moves me amiss:
I'll pray God to pardon my sin, lest I die:
When you see my repentance, I know you will kiss.
To subdue ev'ry passion that moves me amiss:
I'll pray God to pardon my sin, lest I die:
When you see my repentance, I know you will kiss.
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