贝壳电子书 > 英文原著电子书 > the home book of verse-1 >

第21章

the home book of verse-1-第21章

小说: the home book of verse-1 字数: 每页4000字

按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页,按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页,按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
————未阅读完?加入书签已便下次继续阅读!




The queen next morning fried。





THE BELLS OF LONDON



Gay go up; and gay go down;

To ring the bells of London town。



Bull's eyes and targets;

Say the bells of Saint Marg'ret's。



Brickbats and tiles;

Say the bells of Saint Giles'。



Half…pence and farthings;

Say the bells of Saint Martin's。



Oranges and lemons;

Say the bells of Saint Clement's。



Pancakes and fritters;

Say the bells of Saint Peter's。



Two sticks and an apple;

Say the bells of Whitechapel。



Old Father Baldpate;

Say the slow bells at Aldgate。



Pokers and tongs;

Say the bells of Saint John's。



Kettles and pans;

Say the bells of Saint Ann's。



You owe me ten shillings;

Say the bells of Saint Helen's。



When will you pay me?

Say the bells at Old Bailey。



When I grow rich;

Say the bells at Shoreditch。



Pray; when will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney。



I am sure I don't know;

Says the great bell at Bow。





THE OWL; THE EEL AND THE WARMING…PAN



The owl and the eel and the warming…pan;

They went to call on the soap…fat man。

The soap…fat man he was not within:

He'd gone for a ride on his rolling…pin。

So they all came back by the way of the town;

And turned the meeting…house upside down。



Laura E。 Richards '1850…





THE 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。



Ann Taylor '1782…1866'





THE LAMB



Little Lamb; who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee;

Gave thee life; and bade thee feed

By the stream and o'er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight;

Softest clothing; woolly; bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice;

Making all the vales rejoice?

Little Lamb; who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?



Little Lamb; I'll tell thee;

Little Lamb; I'll tell thee;

He is called by thy name;

For He calls Himself a Lamb。

He is meek; and He is mild;

He became a little child。

I a child; and thou a lamb;

We are called by His name。

Little Lamb; God bless thee!

Little Lamb; God bless thee。



William Blake '1757…1827'





LITTLE RAINDROPS



Oh; where do you come from;

You little drops of rain;

Pitter patter; pitter patter;

Down the window…pane?



They won't let me walk;

And they won't let me play;

And they won't let me go

Out of doors at all to…day。



They put away my playthings

Because I broke them all;

And then they locked up all my bricks;

And took away my ball。



Tell me; little raindrops;

Is that the way you play;

Pitter patter; pitter patter;

All the rainy day?



They say I'm very naughty;

But I've nothing else to do

But sit here at the window;

I should like to play with you。



The little raindrops cannot speak;

But 〃pitter; patter pat〃

Means; 〃We can play on this side:

Why can't you play on that?〃





〃MOON; SO ROUND AND YELLOW〃



Moon; so round and yellow;

Looking from on high;

How I love to see you

Shining in the sky。

Oft and oft I wonder;

When I see you there;

How they get to light you;

Hanging in the air:



Where you go at morning;

When the night is past;

And the sun comes peeping

O'er the hills at last。

Sometime I will watch you

Slyly overhead;

When you think I'm sleeping

Snugly in my bed。



Matthias Barr '1831…?'





THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT



This is the house that Jack built。



This is the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden 

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the priest all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the cock that crowed in the morn

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。



This is the farmer sowing his corn

That kept the cock that crowed in the morn

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built。





OLD MOTHER HUBBARD



Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the cupboard;

To get her poor dog a bone:

But when she got there

The cupboard was bare;

And so the poor dog had none。



She went to the baker's

To buy him some bread;

But when she came back

The poor dog was dead。



She went to the joiner's

To buy him a coffin;

But when she came back

The poor dog was laughing。



She took a clean dish

To get him some tripe;

But when she came back

He was smoking a pipe。



She went to the fishmonger's

To buy him some fish;

But when she came back

He was licking the dish。



She went to the tavern

For white wine and red;

But when she came back

The dog stood on his head。



She went to the hatter's

To buy him a hat;

But when she came back

He was feeding the cat。



She went to the barber's

To buy him a wig;

But when she came back

He was dancing a jig。



She went to the fruiterer's

To buy him some fruit;

But when she came back

He was playing the flute。



She went to the tailor's

To buy him a coat;

But when she came back

He was riding a goat。



She went to the cobbler's

To buy him some shoes;

But when she came back

He was reading the news。



She went to the seamstress

To buy him some linen;

But when she came back

The dog was spinning。



She went to the hosier's

To buy him some hose;

But when she came back

He was dressed in his clothes。



The dame made a curtesy;

The dog made a bow;

The dame said; 〃Your servant;〃

The dog said; 〃Bow…wow。〃



This wonderful dog

Was Dame Hubbard's delight;

He could sing; he could dance;

He could read; he could write。



She gave him rich dainties

Whenever he fed;

And built him a monument

When he was dead。





THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN



Who killed Cock Robin?

〃I;〃 said the Sparrow;

〃With my bow and arrow;

I killed Cock Robin。〃



Who saw him die?

〃I'〃 said the Fly;

〃With my little eye;


I saw him die。〃



Who caught his blood?

〃I;〃 said the Fish;

〃With my little dish;

I caught his blood。〃



Who'll make his shroud?

〃I;〃 said the Beetle;

返回目录 上一页 下一页 回到顶部 0 0

你可能喜欢的