Every day and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips eat;
They perhaps will make it sweet.
Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there to dine.
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Your needles, pins, and thread and tapes all lost;Your housewife here, and there your workbag toss’d.‘Fie, fie, my child! indeed this will not do,Your hair uncomb’d, your frock in tatters, too;I’m now resolved no more delays to grant,To learn of her, I’ll send you to your aunt. ‘In vain Matilda wept, entreated, pray’d,In vain a…
My sweet little girl should be cheerful and mild
Oh! why is this passion? remember, my child,GOD sees you, who lives in the sky.That dear little face, that I like so to kiss,How alter’d and sad it appears!Do you think I can love you so naughty as this,Or kiss you, all wetted with tears?Remember, though GOD is in Heaven, my love,He sees you within…
‘AH! don’t you remember, ’tis almost December,
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WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry?
There–lay down your head on my bosom–that’s right,And now tell mamma what’s the matter to-night.What! Emmy is sleepy, and tired with play?Come, Betty, make haste then, and fetch her away;But do not be fretful, my darling; you knowMamma cannot love little girls that are so.She shall soon go to bed and forget it all there–Ah!…
THERE were two friends, a very charming pair,
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‘MY Fanny, I have news to tell,
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Every day and every night,
Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.
Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank;
But the yellow cowslips eat,
That will make it very sweet.
Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.
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Who fed me from her gentle breast
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