Ring-A-Ring (Kate Greenaway Poems)
RING-A-RING of little boys. Ring-a-ring of girls;All around-all around, Twists and twirls.You are merry children; "Yes, we are."Where do you come from? "Not very ...
RING-A-RING of little boys. Ring-a-ring of girls;All around-all around, Twists and twirls.You are merry children; "Yes, we are."Where do you come from? "Not very ...
Part 02: His Futile Preoccupations - 01I am a house, says Senlin, locked and darkened, Sealed from the sun with ...
Ire per Ignes,Et gladios ausim. Neque ad hoc tamen ignibus ullis,Aut gladiis opus est; opus est mihi Crine. —Ovid. Met. ...
Plague tak' his auld grannie, wha brocht frae the toonThat whussle, an' gie'd him't to deave us wi' soun';For frae ...
In a rather tiny building at the bottom of the street,With a green door and a window small and very ...
She ain't inclined to'rds lots o' thingsThat eastern gals can do up brown;She don't wear jewelry and rings,Like them swell ...
Eleven o'clock:Here are our cups of chocolate.Montez will fight the bulls to-day—All Madrid knows that:Queen Christina is going in state:Dolores ...
'E passes by, each day, at ten - A bottle-shouldered yidWot looks as if 'e pushed a pen An' drawes ...
THREE hours ago in Seven Dials She lived awaiting all the trials That haunt her race, but now shall be ...
Noo, ye ken, we'll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street,While the baton twirls an' the piper skirls To the ...
Spring blows her fruitful breath, and swiftly curls Her vaporous blessing over hill and lea; With naked arms the fair ...
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
The man held his hands to his heart as he danced. He slacked and swirled. The doorways of the little ...
Yesterday, today, each time I walked by a tiny bit of down, a feather nestled in the gutter, in the ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce, "Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we ...
She issues radiant from her dressing-room, Like one prepared to scale an upper sphere: --By stirring up a lower, much ...
My student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my ...
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