Monthly Archives: December 2016

Poem – The Vulgar Little Lady

“But, mamma, now, ” said Charlotte, “pray, don’t you believe That I’m better than Jenny, my nurse? Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve; Her clothes are a thousand times worse. “I ride in my coach, … Continue reading

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Poem – The Gaudy Flower

WHY does my Anna toss her head, And look so scornfully around, As if she scarcely deign’d to tread Upon the daisy-dappled ground? Does fancied beauty fire thine eye, The brilliant tint, the satin skin? Does the loved glass, in … Continue reading

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Poem – The Holidays

‘AH! don’t you remember, ’tis almost December, And soon will the holidays come; Oh, ’twill be so funny, I’ve plenty of money, I’ll buy me a sword and a drum. ‘ Thus said little Harry, unwilling to tarry, Impatient from … Continue reading

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Poem – Little Girls must not Fret

WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry?  Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:  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 … Continue reading

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Poem – A True Story

Little Ann and her mother were walking one day Through London’s wide city so fair, And business obliged them to go by the way That led them through Cavendish Square.  And as they pass’d by the great house of a … Continue reading

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Poem – Meddlesome Matty

One ugly trick has often spoil’d The sweetest and the best;  Matilda, though a pleasant child,  One ugly trick possess’d,  Which, like a cloud before the skies,  Hid all her better qualities.  Sometimes she’d lift the tea-pot lid,  To peep … Continue reading

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Poem – The Baby’s Dance

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 … Continue reading

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