Rhymes for the Nursery (Google eBook)
G. W. Cottrell, 1837 - Nursery rhymes - 112 pages
An early example of the use of tinted lithographs in book illustration (Cover illustration in red, pink and black).
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Apple Pie Betsy Price Betty Billy Gill birds Bow wow bread brother cake Charles cheeks child Cowslips dear little dear mama dolls door doth dress'd finger flowers Frances frock give GOLDEN RULE grieve grow happy haste hear Here's idle Jane John White jump kind Kitty Lee laugh lesson Little baby dear little boys Little Clara little Fred little girl Little Robin look Lucy Wake Maria Mary merry tune Miss morning mother Mouse neat Neddy Hall never nice night noise papa Peeping Peggy play with fire playmates pleasant Pompey Poor little pray pretty book pretty new penny puss pussy cat round Sally Fry seen shines Simon Pratt sister snails song soon sweet sweetmeats tears tell told Tommy Gay Twas Twill twinkle walk whilst yonder
Page 21 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 21 - When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveler in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark : He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so.
Page 20 - Learning to go alone. COME, my darling, come away, Take a pretty walk to-day ; Run along, and never fear, I'll take care of baby dear : Up and down with little feet, That's the way to walk, my sweet. Now it is so very near, Soon she'll get to mother dear. There she comes along at last : Here's my finger, hold it fast ; Now one pretty little kiss, After such a walk as this.
Page 26 - WHY, here's a foolish little man, Laugh at him, donkey, if you can ; And cat, and dog, and cow, and calf, Come, every one of you, and laugh : For, only think, he runs away If honest donkey does but bray ! And when the bull begins to bellow, He's like a crazy little fellow. Poor Brindle cow can hardly pass Along the hedge, to nip the grass, Or wag her tail to lash the flies, But off he runs, and out he cries ! And when old Tray comes jumping too, With bow, wow, wow...
Page 3 - 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, They will make it very sweet.
Page 3 - Cow. 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, 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.
Page 46 - Lazy sheep, pray tell me why In the pleasant field you lie, Eating grass and daisies white, From the morning till the night: Everything can something do; But what kind of use are you...
Page 21 - And often through my curtains peep ; . For you never shut your eye Till the sun is in the sky.
Page 18 - BABY, baby, ope your eye, For the sun is in the sky, And he's peeping once again Through the frosty window-pane ; Little baby, do not keep Any longer fast asleep. There now, sit in mother's lap, That she may untie your cap : For the little strings have got Twisted into such a knot : Ah ! for shame, you've been at play With the bobbin, as you lay.