Popular Rhymes and Nursery Tales: A Sequel to the Nursery Rhymes of England

John Russell Smith, 1849 - 276 páginas

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Página 74 - Fee, fi, fo, fum ! I smell the blood of an Englishman ! Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make me bread ! " " Say'st thou so," said Jack ; " then thou art a monstrous miller indeed.
Página 234 - Jack Sprat could eat no fat, / His wife could eat no lean; / And so between them both, you see, / They licked the platter clean.
Página 110 - Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.
Página 152 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Página 195 - And ask'd his way to Norwich. He went by the south, And burnt his mouth, With supping hot pease porridge.
Página 127 - ... gentlemen, with whom all little people ought to be very well acquainted. 12mo. Aldermary Churchyard, nd The earliest notice of this popular tract I have met with occurs in Eachard's Observations upon the answer to an Enquiry into the grounds and occasions of the Contempt of the Clergy, 8vo. 1671, p. 160:— "Why not A apple-pasty, B bak'd it, C cut it, D divided it, E eat it, F fought for it, G got it,
Página 205 - Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green, When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen. Who told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so ? 'Twas mine own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so.
Página 18 - Twas like an eagle in the sky. When the sky began to roar Twas like a lion at the door. When the door began to crack Twas like a stick across my back. When my back began to smart Twas like a penknife in my heart. . When my heart began to bleed Twas death and death and death indeed.
Página 156 - One for anger, Two for mirth, Three for a wedding, Four for a birth, Five for rich, Six for poor, Seven for a witch, I can tell you no more.
Página 194 - Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace, Wednesday's child is full of woe, Thursday's child has far to go, Friday's child is loving and giving, Saturday's child has to work for its living, But a child that's born on the Sabbath day Is fair and wise and good and gay.

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