Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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A fine Thing.
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A fine Thing.
Who am I with noble face,
Shining in a clear blue place?
If to look at me you try,
I shall blind your little eye.
Shining in a clear blue place?
If to look at me you try,
I shall blind your little eye.
When my noble face I shew,
Over yonder mountain blue,
All the clouds away do ride,
And the dusky night beside.
Over yonder mountain blue,
All the clouds away do ride,
And the dusky night beside.
Then the clear wet dews I dry,
With the look of my bright eye;
And the little birds awake,
Many a merry tune to make.
With the look of my bright eye;
And the little birds awake,
Many a merry tune to make.
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Cowslips then, and hare-blue bells,
And lily-cups their leaves undo,
For they shut themselves up tight,
All the dark and foggy night.
And lily-cups their leaves undo,
For they shut themselves up tight,
All the dark and foggy night.
Then the busy people go,
Every one his work unto;
Little girl, when yours is done,
Guess, if I am not the sun.
Every one his work unto;
Little girl, when yours is done,
Guess, if I am not the sun.
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