Oh dear! what a beautiful doll
My sister has bought at the fair.
She says I must call it Miss Poll,
And make it a bonnet to wear.
Oh pretty new doll, it looks fine!
Its cheeks are all covered with red;
But pray will it always be mine?
And please may I take it to bed?
How kind was my sister to buy
This dolly with hair that will curl;
Perhaps, if you want to know why,
It's because I have been a good girl.
Poems for Children.
THE LITTLE GIRL TO HER DOLL.
There, go to sleep, Dolly, in own mother's lap ; I've put on your nightgown and neat little
So sleep, pretty baby, and shut up your eye.
Bye-bye, little Dolly, lie still, and bye-bye.
I'll lay my clean handkerchief over your head,
And then make believe that my lap is your bed;
So hush, little dear, and be sure you don't cry.
Bye-bye, little Dolly, lie still, and bye-bye.
There, now it is morning and time to get up, And I'll crumb you a mess in my doll's china cup.
So wake, little baby, and open your eye,
For I think it high time to have done with bye-bye. J. Taylor.
Little Lamb;
Here I am,
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft wool,
Let me kiss
Your soft face.
Merrily, merrily we welcome in the year.
THANK YOU, PRETTY COW.
Thank you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
Every morn 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,
They will make it very sweet.
Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there and dine.
Taylor's Original Poems.
FEEDING THE CHICKENS.
Come, see the chickens fed,
Annie and Charlie;
Who'll take the bowl of bread,
Who'll take the barley?
See the white pigeons come,
Quickly down flying,
Ducks waddle from the pond,
Barley meal spying.
Here is the fine old cock
Gallantly crowing,
Calling the hens to come,
For the corn's going.
See all those yellow chicks
Come to their mothers;
Won't they be trod upon
By all the others?
Now fill your little hands
Quite full of barley,
Scatter it far and wide,
Annie and Charlie.
TWINKLE, TWINKLE.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star;
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark ;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through the curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
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