Little Dame Spider had finished her spinning, Just as the warm summer day was beginning, And the white threads of her beautiful curtain Tied she and glued she to make them more certain. ...
Dick, as a little lad, was told That the London streets were paved with gold. He never, in all his life, had seen A place more grand than the village green;...
One sunny day, in the early spring, Before a bluebird dared to sing, Cloaked and furred as in winter weather,-- Seal-brown hat and cardinal feather,--...
Tick-Tack! tick-tack! This way, that way, forward, back, Swings the pendulum to and fro, Always regular, always slow. Grave and solemn on the wall,-- Hear it whisper! hear it call!...