Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of misty light
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
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I Thought it was the little bed
I slept in long ago;
A straight white curtain at the head,
And two smooth knobs below.I thought I saw the nursery fire,
And in a chair well-known
My mother sat, and did not tire
With reading all alone.If I should make the slightest sound
To show that I ’m awake,
She ’... -
Twinkle, twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.When the glorious sun is set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you... -
Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
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,
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(a Cat’s Tale, with Additions)
THREE little kittens lost their mittens;
And they began to cry,
O mother dear,
We very much fear
That we have lost our mittens.Lost your mittens!
You naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
No, you shall... -
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down... -
How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower.How skilfully she builds her cell;
How neat she spreads her wax,
And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.In works of labor or of skill,
I would be busy too;
For Satan... -
’t Is a lesson you should heed,
Try, try, try again;
If at first you don’t succeed,
Try, try, try again.Once or twice though you should fail,
Try again;
If you would at last prevail,
Try again.
If we strive, ’t is no disgrace
Though we may not win the race;
What should you do in that case... -
A Fair little girl sat under a tree
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work and folded it right,
And said, “Dear work, good night, good night!”Such a number of rooks came over her head,
Crying, “Caw, caw!” on their way to bed,
She said, as she watched their curious flight,
“Little black things, good night, good... -
“will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;
“’T is the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show when you are there.”
“Oh no, no,” said the little fly; “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”“I...