Rhymes for the nursery, by J. and A. Taylor

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Page 18 - STAR TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 19 - In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark Lights the traveller in the dark, Though I know not what you are. Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Page 57 - Lazy sheep, pray tell me why In the pleasant field you lie, Eating grass and daisies white, From the morning till the night: Everything can something do; But what kind of use are you...
Page 58 - True, it seems a pleasant thing, To nip the daisies in the spring ; But many chilly nights I pass On the cold and dewy grass, Or pick a scanty dinner, where All the common's brown and bare. Then the farmer comes at last, When the merry spring is past, And cuts my woolly coat away, To warm you in the winter's day : Little master, this is why In the pleasant fields I lie.
Page 18 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveler in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark : He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.
Page 8 - LITTLE baby, lay your head On your pretty cradle-bed ; Shut your eye-peeps, now the day And the light are gone away ; All the clothes are tucked in tight Little baby dear, good night. Yes, my darling, well I know How the bitter wind doth blow ; And the winter's snow and rain, Patter on the window-pane : ' But they cannot come in here, To my little baby dear ; For the window shutteth fast, Till the stormy night is past ; And the curtains warm are spread Round about her cradle-bed : So till morning...
Page 42 - And bread she'd have wanted, as many have done, If she had not been blessed with a good little son. But he loved her well, like a dutiful lad, And thought her the very best friend that he had; And now to neglect or forsake her he knew, Was the most wicked thing he could possibly do. For he was quite healthy, and active, and stout, While his poor mother hardly could...
Page 101 - That standing stock still is not using me well; For it never comes into his head, I dare say, To do his work first, and then afterwards play. No, no, my good Donkey, I'll give you some grass, For you know no better, because you're an ass : But what little Donkeys some children must look, Who stand, very like you, stock still at their book, And waste every moment of time as it passes, A great deal more stupid and silly than asses.
Page 23 - No, naughty Growler, get away, You shall not have a bit ; Now, when I speak, how dare you stay ? I can't spare any, Sir, I say, And so you need not sit.
Page 33 - DANCE, little baby, dance up high, Never mind, baby, mother is by ; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little baby, there you go ; Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round ; Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.

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