. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . One, Two, B^^ckle My Shoe. NE, two,Buckle my shoe;Three, four,Shut the door;Five, six,Pick up sticks;Seven, eight,Lay them straight;Nine, ten,A good fat hen;Eleven, twelve,Who will delve?Thirteen, a-courting;Fifteen, sixteen,Maids a-kissing;Seventeen, eighteen,Maids a-waiting;Nineteen, twenty,My stomachs THE EAGLE. He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ringd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And like a thunderb
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . One, Two, B^^ckle My Shoe. NE, two,Buckle my shoe;Three, four,Shut the door;Five, six,Pick up sticks;Seven, eight,Lay them straight;Nine, ten,A good fat hen;Eleven, twelve,Who will delve?Thirteen, a-courting;Fifteen, sixteen,Maids a-kissing;Seventeen, eighteen,Maids a-waiting;Nineteen, twenty,My stomachs THE EAGLE. He clasps the crag with crooked hands;Close to the sun in lonely lands,Ringd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;He watches from his mountain walls,And like a thunderbolt he falls. —Alfred, Lord Tennyson. THE BEE AND THE FLOWER. The bee buzzd up in the am faint for your honey, my flower said, Take it, my dear;For now is the spring of the come, come! Hum!And the bee buzzd down from the heat And the bee buzzd up in the coldWhen the flower was withered and you still any honey, my dear?She said, Its the fall of the year, But come, come! Hum!And the bee buzzed off in the cold. <—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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