The Children's Garland from the Best PoetsThis collection of poems for children, edited by Coventry Patmore, will delight many parents with young children. There are literally dozens of poems in this book, indexed by first line and also by title. They are mostly rhyming and cover a huge variety of subjects. They are the sort of poems that older generations often knew by heart forming the fabric of our children's literature. |
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... blow, Deprived of his sight? Nay, sure, quoth she, he thus was born. 'Tis strange, born blind! quoth I; I fear you put this as a scorn On my simplicity. Quoth she, thus blind I did him bear. Quoth I, if't be no lie, Then he's the first ...
... blow, Deprived of his sight? Nay, sure, quoth she, he thus was born. 'Tis strange, born blind! quoth I; I fear you put this as a scorn On my simplicity. Quoth she, thus blind I did him bear. Quoth I, if't be no lie, Then he's the first ...
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... blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo! Tuwhit! tuwhoo! A merry note While greasy ...
... blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl Tuwhoo! Tuwhit! tuwhoo! A merry note While greasy ...
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