Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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To a little Girl that liked to look in the Glass.
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To a little Girl that liked to look in the Glass.
Why is my silly girl so vain,
Looking in the glass again?
For the meekest flower of spring
Is a gayer little thing.
Looking in the glass again?
For the meekest flower of spring
Is a gayer little thing.
Is your merry eye so blue,
As the violet, wet with dew!
Yet it loves the best to hide
By the hedge's shady side.
As the violet, wet with dew!
Yet it loves the best to hide
By the hedge's shady side.
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Is your bosom half so fair
As the modest lilies are?
Yet their little bells are hung,
Broad and shady leaves among.
As the modest lilies are?
Yet their little bells are hung,
Broad and shady leaves among.
When your cheek the warmest glows,
Is it redder than the rose?
But its sweetest buds are seen
Almost hid with moss and green.
Is it redder than the rose?
But its sweetest buds are seen
Almost hid with moss and green.
Little flow'rs that open gay,
Peeping forth at break of day,
In the garden, hedge, or plain,
Have more reason to be vain.
Peeping forth at break of day,
In the garden, hedge, or plain,
Have more reason to be vain.
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