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FIRST FAIRYYou spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong, Come not near our fairy queen._Chorus_ Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby;Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby! Never harm, Nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh! So good-night, with lullaby.SECOND FAIRYWeaving spiders, come not

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There! little girl! don't cry! They have broken your doll, I know; And your tea-set blue, And your play-house, too, Are things of long ago;But childish troubles will soon pass by, There! little girl! don't cry!There! little girl! don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; And the glad wild ways Of your school-girl days Are things of the long ago;But life and love will

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In the other gardens And all up the vale,From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail!Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers;The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers.Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all!Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall!By Robert Louis Stevenson

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Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat,Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemyBut winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets,Come hither, come hither, come hither! Here shall he see No enemyBut winter and

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Little brook! Little brook! You have such a happy look--Such a very merry manner, as you swerve and curve and crook-- And your ripples, one and one, Reach each other's hands and runLike laughing little children in the sun! Little brook, sing to me: Sing about a bumblebeeThat tumbled from a lily-bell and grumbled mumblingly, Because he wet the film Of his wings, and had to swim,

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At evening when the lamp is lit,Around the fire my parents sit.They sit at home, and talk and sing,And do not play at anything.Now, with my little gun, I crawlAll in the dark along the wall,And follow round the forest trackAway behind the sofa back.There in the night, where none can spy,All in my hunter's camp I lie,And play at books that I have read,Till it is time to go to bed.These are the

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When children are playing alone on the green,In comes the playmate that never was seen.When children are happy and lonely and good,The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood.Nobody heard him and nobody saw,His is a picture you never could draw,But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home,When children are happy and playing alone.He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass,He sings when

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Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise,His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies;And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes:With everything that pretty bin, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise!By William Shakespeare

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Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board an' keep;An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest funA-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie

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