A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare. A late lark twitters from the quiet skies.. A little boy once played so loud. A flock of merry singing-birds were sporting in the grove. A lion with the heat oppressed. A little boy was set to keep A little fairy comes at night. 506 83 A little Saint best fits a little Shrine. A man of words and not of deeds. A pretty good firm is "Watch & Waite" PAGE 494 332 60 4 II 282 73 160 81 55 79 As a friend to the children, commend me the Yak. At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears. 120 At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time.. D Dear common flower, that grow'st beside the way. "Dear me! what signifies a pin". 254 68 Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove. 278 Do you fear the force of the wind. Down in a green and shady bed. 464 82 Down the bright stream the fairies float. Drake he's in his hammock an' a thousand mile away. 177 397 Farragut, Farragut ....... 180 Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat Father calls me William, sister calls me Will. 412 198 507 267 For every evil under the sun. Flour of England, fruit of Spain. 249 35 Formed long ago, yet made today. 55 Four things a man must learn to do. 36 Friday night's dream on a Saturday told. From the elm-tree's topmost bough. 451 38 76 217 Good little boys should never say. Good people all, of every sort. "Good morrow, my lord!" in the sky above. Goosey, goosey, gander.. Grasshopper Green is a comical chap. 472 56 452 139 7 275 Great God, I ask thee for no meaner pelf . 466 206 Happy insect, what can be. Happy the man, whose wish and care. Hast thou named all the birds without a gun. Hats off.. Have ye left the greenwood lone. Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree. He came all so still.. He comes in the night. 288 408 361 275 481 464 388 179 50 185 201 482 He liveth long who liveth well. He that is down needs fear no fall. He that would thrive must rise at five. He thought he saw a Buffalo.. He who plants a tree. Head the ship for England. Hearts, like doors, will ope with ease. Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen. High in the pine-tree.. How doth the little busy bee. 481 56 138 261 296 87 55 493 7 258 30 5 3 4 13 63 209 483 420 37 42 I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice. I come from haunts of coot and hern. had a little Doggy that used to sit and beg. I had a little husband. I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me. "I have no name". I heard the bells on Christmas Day. ΙΟΙ 297 13 8 92 25 197 |