Category Poets

I have a Poll parrot,And Poll is my doll,And my nurse is Polly,And my sister Poll.‘Polly!’ cried Polly,‘Don’t tear Polly, dolly’—While soft-hearted PollTrembled for the doll.

I have a little husbandAnd he is gone to sea,The winds that whistle round his shipFly home to me.The winds that sigh about meReturn again to him;So I would fly, if only IWere light of limb.

‘I dreamt I caught a little owlAnd the bird was blue—’‘But you may hunt for everAnd not find such a one.’‘I dreamt I set a sunflower,And red as blood it grew—’‘But such a sunflower neverBloomed beneath the sun.’

I caught a little ladybirdThat flies far away;I caught a little lady wifeThat is both staid and gay.Come back, my scarlet ladybird,Back from far away;I weary of my dolly wife,My wife that cannot play.

I am a King,Or an Emperor rather,I wear crown-imperialAnd prince’s-feather;Golden-rod is the sceptreI wield and wag,And a broad purple flag-flowerWaves for my flag.Elder the pithyWith old-man and sage,These are my councillorsGreen in old age;Lord-and-ladies in silenceStand round me and wait,While…

Hurt no living thing:Ladybird, nor butterfly,Nor moth with dusty wing,Nor cricket chirping cheerily,Nor grasshopper so light of leap,Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat,Nor harmless worms that creep.

How many seconds in a minute?Sixty, and no more in it.How many minutes in an hour?Sixty for sun and shower.How many hours in a day?Twenty-four for work and play.How many days in a week?Seven both to hear and speak.How many…

Hopping frog, hop here and be seen,I’ll not pelt you with stick or stone:Your cap is laced and your coat is green;Good bye, we’ll let each other alone.Plodding toad, plod here and be looked at,You the finger of scorn is…

Hop-o’-my-thumb and little Jack Horner,What do you mean by tearing and fighting?Sturdy dog Trot close round the corner,I never caught him growling and biting.

Sleep, little Baby, sleep,The holy Angels love thee,And guard thy bed, and keepA blessed watch above thee.No spirit can come nearNor evil beast to harm thee:Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fearWhere nothing need alarm thee. The Love which doth not sleep,The…