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    Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Christina Rossetti

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      IF A PIG WORE A WIG

      If a pig wore a wig,

      What could we say?

      Treat him as a gentleman,

      And say “Good day.”

      If his tail chanced to fail,

      What could we do? —

      Send him to the tailoress

      To get one new.

      SELDOM “CAN’T,”

      Seldom “can’t,”

      Seldom “don’t”;

      Never “shan’t,”

      Never “won’t.”

      1 AND 1 ARE 2

      1 and 1 are 2 —

      That’s for me and you.

      2 and 2 are 4 —

      That’s a couple more.

      3 and 3 are 6

      Barley-sugar sticks.

      4 and 4 are 8

      Tumblers at the gate.

      5 and 5 are 10

      Bluff seafaring men.

      6 and 6 are 12

      Garden lads who delve.

      7 and 7 are 14

      Young men bent on sporting.

      8 and 8 are 16

      Pills the doctor’s mixing.

      9 and 9 are 18

      Passengers kept waiting.

      10 and 10 are 20

      Roses — pleasant plenty!

      11 and 11 are 22

      Sums for brother George to do.

      12 and 12 are 24

      Pretty pictures, and no more.

      HOW MANY SECONDS IN A MINUTE?

      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 weeks in a month?

      Four, as the swift moon runn’th.

      How many months in a year?

      Twelve the almanack makes clear.

      How many years in an age?

      One hundred says the sage.

      How many ages in time?

      No one knows the rhyme.

      WHAT WILL YOU GIVE ME FOR MY POUND?

      What will you give me for my pound?

      Full twenty shillings round.

      What will you give me for my shilling?

      Twelve pence to give I’m willing.

      What will you give me for my penny?

      Four farthings, just so many.

      JANUARY COLD DESOLATE

      January cold desolate;

      February all dripping wet;

      March wind ranges;

      April changes;

      Birds sing in tune

      To flowers of May,

      And sunny June

      Brings longest day;

      In scorched July

      The storm-clouds fly

      Lightning-torn;

      August bears corn,

      September fruit;

      In rough October

      Earth must disrobe her;

      Stars fall and shoot

      In keen November;

      And night is long

      And cold is strong

      In bleak December.

      WHAT IS PINK? A ROSE IS PINK

      What is pink? a rose is pink

      By the fountain’s brink.

      What is red? a poppy’s red

      In its barley bed.

      What is blue? the sky is blue

      Where the clouds float thro’.

      What is white? a swan is white

      Sailing in the light.

      What is yellow? pears are yellow,

      Rich and ripe and mellow.

      What is green? the grass is green,

      With small flowers between.

      What is violet? clouds are violet

      In the summer twilight.

      What is orange? why, an orange,

      Just an orange!

      MOTHER SHAKE THE CHERRY-TREE

      Mother shake the cherry-tree,

      Susan catch a cherry;

      Oh how funny that will be,

      Let’s be merry!

      One for brother, one for sister,

      Two for mother more,

      Six for father, hot and tired,

      Knocking at the door.

      A PIN HAS A HEAD, BUT HAS NO HAIR

      A pin has a head, but has no hair;

      A clock has a face, but no mouth there;

      Needles have eyes, but they cannot see;

      A fly has a trunk without lock or key;

      A timepiece may lose, but cannot win;

      A corn-field dimples without a chin;

      A hill has no leg, but has a foot;

      A wine-glass a stem, but not a root;

      A watch has hands, but no thumb or finger;

      A boot has a tongue, but is no singer;

      Rivers run, though they have no feet;

      A saw has teeth, but it does not eat;

      Ash-trees have keys, yet never a lock;

      And baby crows, without being a cock.

      HOPPING FROG, HOP HERE AND BE SEEN

      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 crooked at:

      But though you’re lumpish, you’re harmless too;

      You won’t hurt me, and I won’t hurt you.

      WHERE INNOCENT BRIGHT-EYED DAISIES ARE

      Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are,

      With blades of grass between,

      Each daisy stands up like a star

      Out of a sky of green.

      THE CITY MOUSE LIVES IN A HOUSE

      The city mouse lives in a house; —

      The garden mouse lives in a bower,

      He’s friendly with the frogs and toads,

      And sees the pretty plants in flower.

      The city mouse eats bread and cheese; —

      The garden mouse eats what he can;

      We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,

      Poor little timid furry man.

      WHAT DOES THE DONKEY BRAY ABOUT

      What does the donkey bray about?

      What does the pig grunt through his snout?

      What does the goose mean by a hiss?

      Oh, Nurse, if you can tell me this,

      I’ll give you such a kiss.

      The cockatoo calls “cockatoo,”

      The magpie chatters “how d’ye do?”

      The jackdaw bids me “go away,”

      Cuckoo cries “cuckoo” half the day:

      What do the others say?

      THREE PLUM BUNS

      Three plum buns

      To eat here at the stile

      In the clover meadow,

      For we have walked a mile.

      One for you, and one for me,

      And one left over:

      Give it to the boy who shouts

      To scare sheep from the clover.

      A MOTHERLESS SOFT LAMBKIN

      A motherless soft lambkin

      Along upon a hill;

      No mother’s fleece to shelter him

      And wrap him from the cold: —

      I’ll run to him and comfort him,

      I’ll fetch him, that I will;

      I’ll care for him and feed him

      Until he’s strong and bold.

      DANCING ON THE HILL-TOPS

      Dancing on the hill-tops,

      Singing in the valleys,

      Laughing with the echoes,

      Merry little Alice.

      Playing games with lambkins

      In the flowering valleys,

      Gathering pretty posies,

      Helpful little Alice.

      If her father’s cottage

      Turned into a palace,

      And he owned the hill-tops

      And the flowering valleys,

      She’d be none the happier,

      Happy little Alice.

     
    WHEN FISHES SET UMBRELLAS UP

      When fishes set umbrellas up

      If the rain-drops run,

      Lizards will want their parasols

      To shade them from the sun.

      THE PEACOCK HAS A SCORE OF EYES

      The peacock has a score of eyes,

      With which he cannot see;

      The cod-fish has a silent sound,

      However that may be;

      No dandelions tell the time,

      Although they turn to clocks;

      Cat’s-cradle does not hold the cat,

      Nor foxglove fit the fox.

      PUSSY HAS A WHISKERED FACE

      Pussy has a whiskered face,

      Kitty has such pretty ways;

      Doggie scampers when I call,

      And has a heart to love us all.

      THE DOG LIES IN HIS KENNEL

      The dog lies in his kennel,

      And Puss purrs on the rug,

      And baby perches on my knee

      For me to love and hug.

      Pat the dog and stroke the cat,

      Each in its degree;

      And cuddle and kiss my baby,

      And baby kiss me.

      IF HOPE GREW ON A BUSH

      If hope grew on a bush,

      And joy grew on a tree,

      What a nosegay for the plucking

      There would be!

      But oh! in windy autumn,

      When frail flowers wither,

      What should we do for hope and joy,

      Fading together?

      I PLANTED A HAND

      I planted a hand

      And there came up a palm,

      I planted a heart

      And there came up balm.

      Then I planted a wish,

      But there sprang a thorn,

      While heaven frowned with thunder

      And earth sighed forlorn.

      UNDER THE IVY BUSH

      Under the ivy bush

      One sits sighing,

      And under the willow tree

      One sits crying: —

      Under the ivy bush

      Cease from your sighing,

      But under the willow-tree

      Lie down a-dying.

      THERE IS ONE THAT HAS A HEAD WITHOUT AN EYE

      There is one that has a head without an eye,

      And there’s one that has an eye without a head:

      You may find the answer if you try;

      And when all is said,

      Half the answer hangs upon a thread!

      IF A MOUSE COULD FLY

      If a mouse could fly,

      Or if a crow could swim,

      Or if a sprat could walk and talk,

      I’d like to be like him.

      If a mouse could fly,

      He might fly away;

      Or if a crow could swim,

      It might turn him grey;

      Or if a sprat could walk and talk,

      What would he find to say?

      SING ME A SONG

      Sing me a song —

      What shall I sing? —

      Three merry sisters

      Dancing in a ring,

      Light and fleet upon their feet

      As birds upon the wing.

      Tell me a tale —

      What shall I tell?

      Two mournful sisters,

      And a tolling knell,

      Tolling ding and tolling dong,

      Ding dong bell.

      THE LILY HAS AN AIR

      The lily has an air,

      And the snowdrop a grace,

      And the sweetpea a way,

      And the heartsease a face, —

      Yet there’s nothing like the rose

      When she blows.

      MARGARET HAS A MILKING-PAIL

      Margaret has a milking-pail,

      And she rises early;

      Thomas has a threshing-flail,

      And he’s up betimes.

      Sometimes crossing through the grass

      Where the dew lies pearly,

      They say “Good morrow” as they pass

      By the leafy limes.

      IN THE MEADOW — WHAT IN THE MEADOW?

      In the meadow — what in the meadow?

      Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet,

      And fairy rings for the children’s feet

      In the meadow.

      In the garden — what in the garden?

      Jacob’s-ladder and Solomon’s-seal,

      And Love-lies-bleeding beside All-heal

      In the garden.

      A FRISKY LAMB

      A frisky lamb

      And a frisky child

      Playing their pranks

      In a cowslip meadow:

      The sky all blue

      And the air all mild

      And the fields all sun

      And the lanes half shadow.

      MIX A PANCAKE

      Mix a pancake,

      Stir a pancake,

      Pop it in the pan;

      Fry the pancake,

      Toss the pancake, —

      Catch it if you can.

      THE WIND HAS SUCH A RAINY SOUND

      The wind has such a rainy sound

      Moaning through the town,

      The sea has such a windy sound, —

      Will the ships go down?

      The apples in the orchard

      Tumble from their tree. —

      Oh will the ships go down, go down,

      In the windy sea?

      THREE LITTLE CHILDREN

      Three little children

      On the wide wide earth,

      Motherless children —

      Cared for from their birth

      By tender angels.

      Three little children

      On the wide wide sea,

      Motherless children —

      Safe as safe can be

      With guardian angels.

      FLY AWAY, FLY AWAY OVER THE SEA

      Fly away, fly away over the sea,

      Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;

      Come again, come again, come back to me,

      Bringing the summer and bringing the sun.

      MINNIE BAKES OATEN CAKES

      Minnie bakes oaten cakes,

      Minnie brews ale,

      All because her Johnny’s coming

      Home from sea.

      And she glows like a rose

      Who was so pale,

      And “Are you sure the church clock goes?”

      Says she.

      A WHITE HEN SITTING

      A white hen sitting

      On white eggs three:

      Next, three speckled chickens

      As plump as plump can be.

      An owl, and a hawk,

      And a bat come to see:

      But chicks beneath their mother’s wing

      Squat safe as safe can be.

      CURRANTS ON A BUSH

      Currants on a bush,

      And figs upon a stem,

      And cherries on a bending bough,

      And Ned to gather them.

      I HAVE BUT ONE ROSE IN THE WORLD

      I have but one rose in the world,

      And my one rose stands a-drooping:

      Oh, when my single rose is dead

      There’ll be but thorns for stooping.

      ROSY MAIDEN WINIFRED

      Rosy maiden Winifred,

      With a milkpail on her head,

      Tripping through the corn,

      While the dew lies on the wheat

      In the sunny morn.

      Scarlet shepherd’s-weatherglass

      Spreads wide open at her feet

      As they pass;

      Cornflowers give their almond smell

      While she brushes by,

      And a lark sings from the sky

      “All is well.”

      WHEN THE COWS COME HOME THE MILK IS COMING

      When the cows come home the milk is coming,

      Honey’s made while the bees are humming;

      Duck and drake on the rushy lake,

      And the deer live safe in the breezy brake;

      And timid, funny, brisk little bunny,


      Winks his nose and sits all sunny.

      ROSES BLUSHING RED AND WHITE

      Roses blushing red and white,

      For delight;

      Honeysuckle wreaths above,

      For love;

      Dim sweet-scented heliotrope,

      For hope;

      Shining lilies tall and straight,

      For royal state;

      Dusky pansies, let them be

      For memory;

      With violets of fragrant breath,

      For death.

      DING A DING

      “Ding a ding,”

      The sweet bells sing,

      And say:

      “Come, all be gay”

      For a wedding day.

      “Dong a dong,”

      The bells sigh long,

      And call:

      “Weep one, weep all”

      For a funeral.

      A RING UPON HER FINGER

     


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