Category: Poetry
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Mother Goose: Ladybird
LADYBIRDLadybird, ladybird, fly away home!Your house is on fire, your children all gone,All but one, and her name is Ann,And she crept under the pudding pan.
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Top Poems for Children by Famous Authors
This collection features beloved children’s poems from renowned authors, celebrating themes of nature, courage, and joy. It includes diverse voices from literary greats and historical figures, enriching young readers with timeless inspiration and wonder.
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Mother Goose: Old Grimes
OLD GRIMESOld Grimes is dead, that good old man, We ne’er shall see him more;He used to wear a long brown coat All buttoned down before.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in 1807 in Portland, Maine. His ancestors included pilgrims who sailed from England to America on the Mayflower, and his grandfather was both a general in the American Revolutionary War and a congressman. Longfellow was a kind-hearted boy who always tried to do the right thing. After shooting a robin,…
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Mother Goose: Over the Water
OVER THE WATEROver the water, and over the sea,And over the water to Charley,I’ll have none of your nasty beef,Nor I’ll have none of your barley;But I’ll have some of your very best flourTo make a white cake for my Charley.
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Onward, Christian Soldiers
By S. Baring – Gould Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war,With the cross of Jesus Going on before!Christ the royal Master Leads against the foe;Forward into battle, See His banners go.Onward, Christian soldiers, Marching as to war,With the cross of Jesus Going on before! Like a mighty army Moves the Church of God;Brothers, we…
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Morning Prayer by Rebecca J. Weston
MORNING PRAYER Father, we thank Thee for the nightAnd for the pleasant morning light,For rest and food and loving care,And all that makes the world so fair.Help us to do the things we should,To be to others kind and good,In all we do, in all we say,To grow more loving every day.
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Mother Goose: Candle-Saving
CANDLE-SAVING To make your candles last for aye,You wives and maids give ear-O!To put them out’s the only way,Says honest John Boldero.
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The Brook by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot’ and hern,I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorps, a little town,And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip’s farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and…
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Christmas Greetings by Lewis Carroll
Lady dear, if Fairies may For a moment lay aside Cunning tricks and elfish play, ‘Tis at happy Christmas-tide. We have heard the children say – Gentle children, whom we love – Long ago, on Christmas Day, Came a message from above. Still, as Christmastide comes round, They remember it again – Echo still the…