Tag: Children’s poetry
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Winter Turning
Winter Turning By Amy Lowell Snow is still on the ground,But there is a golden brightness in the air.Across the river,Blue,Blue, Sweeping widely under the archesOf many bridges,Is a spire and a dome,Clear as though ringed with ice-flakes,Golden, and pink, and jocund. On a near-by steeple,A golden weather-cock flashes smartly,His open beak “Cock-a-doodle-dooing”Straight at the…
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Mother Goose: HEIGH-HO, THE CARRION CROW
HEIGH-HO, THE CARRION CROW A carrion crow sat on an oak, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor shape his cloak; Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do! Wife, bring me my old bent bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon…
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Mother Goose: PUSSY-CAT AND QUEEN
PUSSY-CAT AND QUEEN“Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been?”“I’ve been to London To look at the Queen.” “Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there?”“I frightened a little mouse Under the chair.” By Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Pippen Hill
PIPPEN HILLAs I was going up Pippen Hill, Pippen Hill was dirty;There I met a pretty Miss, And she dropped me a curtsy. Little Miss, pretty Miss, Blessings light upon you;If I had half-a-crown a day, I’d spend it all upon you. By Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Three Wise Men of Gotham
THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAMThree wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl;If the bowl had been strongerMy song had been longer. By Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Hush-A-Bye
HUSH-A-BYEHush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top!When the wind blows the cradle will rock;When the bough breaks the cradle will fall;Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all. By Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: The Flying Pig
THE FLYING PIGDickory, dickory, dare,The pig flew up in the air;The man in brown soon brought him down, Dickory, dickory, dare. By Mother Goose