Our Garden (Juliana Horatia Ewing Poems)
The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad,Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are ...
The winter is gone; and at first Jack and I were sad,Because of the snow-man's melting, but now we are ...
I was four yesterday: when I'm quite old,I'll have a cricket-ball made of pure gold;I'll carve the roast meat, and ...
As he had often done before,The woolly-headed Black-a-moorOne nice fine summer's day went outTo see the shops, and walk about;And, ...
Dance, little children ... it is holy twilight . . .Have you hung paper flowers about the necks of the ...
Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with?Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose -The sheer ones hoarded ...
When the children have been good,That is, be it understood,Good at meal-times, good at play,Good all night and good all ...
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