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Poems Added in Sing-Song A Nursery Rhyme Book (1893)
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[Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk]
Brownie, Brownie, let down your milkWhite as swansdown and smooth as silk,
Fresh as dew and pure as snow:
For I know where the cowslips blow,
And you shall have a cowslip wreath
No sweeter scented than your breath.
[Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire]
Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire:Strike a flint, and forthwith flash out sparks of fire.
[I am a King]
I am a King,
Or an Emperor rather,
I wear crown-imperial
And prince's-feather;
Golden-rod is the sceptre
I wield and wag,
And a broad purple flag flower
Waves for my flag.
Or an Emperor rather,
I wear crown-imperial
And prince's-feather;
Golden-rod is the sceptre
I wield and wag,
And a broad purple flag flower
Waves for my flag.
Elder the pithy
With old-man and sage,
These are my councillors
Green in old age;
Lords-and-ladies in silence
Stand round me and wait,
While gay ragged-robin
Makes bows at my gate.
With old-man and sage,
These are my councillors
Green in old age;
Lords-and-ladies in silence
Stand round me and wait,
While gay ragged-robin
Makes bows at my gate.
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[Playing at bob cherry]
Playing at bob cherry
Tom and Nell and Hugh:
Cherry bob! cherry bob!
There's a bob for you.
Tom and Nell and Hugh:
Cherry bob! cherry bob!
There's a bob for you.
Tom bobs a cherry
For gaping snapping Hugh,
While curly-pated Nelly
Snaps at it too.
For gaping snapping Hugh,
While curly-pated Nelly
Snaps at it too.
Look, look, look—
Oh what a sight to see!
The wind is playing cherry bob
With the cherry tree.
Oh what a sight to see!
The wind is playing cherry bob
With the cherry tree.
[Blind from my birth]
Blind from my birth,Where flowers are springing
I sit on earth
All dark.
Hark! hark!
A lark is singing,
His notes are all for me,
For me his mirth:—
Till some day I shall see
Beautiful flowers
And birds in bowers
Where all Joy Bells are ringing.
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