INDEX OF FIRST LINES
| PAGE | |
| A Robin Redbreast in a cage | [65] |
| At early dawn through London you must go | [28] |
| At evening when the lamp is lit | [38] |
| Awake, awake, my little boy | [45] |
| Behind him lay the gray Azores | [86] |
| Bird of the wilderness | [72] |
| Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go! | [6] |
| Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen | [58] |
| Build me a castle of sand | [39] |
| “Bunches of grapes,” says Timothy | [35] |
| Buttercups and daisies | [24] |
| Cold and raw | [7] |
| Come, take up your hats, and away let us haste | [30] |
| Come unto these yellow sands | [51] |
| Curly Locks! Curly Locks! | [3] |
| Daffodils | [15] |
| Do you know what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove | [25] |
| Draw a pail of water | [4] |
| Drummer-boy, drummer-boy, where is your drum | [44] |
| Fair daffodils, we weep to see | [15] |
| Farewell rewards and fairies | [55] |
| First, April, she with mellow showers | [22] |
| First came the primrose | [26] |
| Go, pretty child, and bear this flower | [76] |
| Good-bye, good-bye to Summer | [68] |
| Here in the country’s heart | [29] |
| Here’s another day, dear | [22] |
| Hush a while, my darling, for the long day closes | [41] |
| I am the Cat of Cats. I am | [12] |
| I had a dove, and the sweet dove died | [67] |
| I had a little nut-tree | [5] |
| I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep | [7] |
| I like little Pussy, her coat is so warm | [11] |
| I saw a ship a-sailing | [4] |
| I wander’d lonely as a cloud | [16] |
| In holly hedges starving birds | [73] |
| In marble walls as white as milk | [8] |
| It was a black Bunny, with white in its head | [69] |
| January brings the snow | [17] |
| Jenny Wren fell sick | [2] |
| Lars Porsena of Clusium | [88] |
| Little baby, lay your head | [14] |
| Little Lamb, who made thee? | [65] |
| Matthew, Mark, Luke and John | [2] |
| Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring | [1] |
| Mine be a cot beside the hill | [33] |
| My maid Mary she minds the dairy | [5] |
| My soul is an enchanted boat | [78] |
| O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight | [46] |
| O look at the moon | [8] |
| O Mother-my-Love, if you’ll give me your hand | [47] |
| Once on a time an old red hen | [36] |
| Once there was a little kitty | [10] |
| Over hill, over dale | [52] |
| Piping down the valleys wild | [80] |
| Pussy-cat Mew jumped over a coal | [3] |
| Ring-ting! I wish I were a Primrose | [34] |
| Sea shell, Sea shell | [12] |
| Sleep, baby, sleep | [13] |
| Sweet and low, sweet and low | [45] |
| Thank you, pretty cow, that made | [71] |
| The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold | [81] |
| The cock is crowing | [24] |
| The cock’s on the housetop | [6] |
| The cuckoo’s a bonny bird | [13] |
| The garden was pleasant with old-fashioned flowers | [54] |
| The north wind doth blow | [7] |
| The wind one morning sprang up from sleep | [19] |
| There’s a bower of roses by Bendemeer’s stream | [63] |
| There was a Knight of Bethlehem | [65] |
| Thou whose birth on earth | [77] |
| Tiger, Tiger, burning bright | [66] |
| Toll the lilies’ silver bells | [57] |
| Twinkle, twinkle, little star | [9] |
| Under the greenwood tree | [28] |
| Up from the south at break of day | [83] |
| Up the airy mountain | [48] |
| We’ve plough’d our land, we’ve sown our seed | [13] |
| What sweeter music can we bring | [75] |
| When the wind is in the East | [6] |
| Where the bee sucks there suck I | [52] |
| Where the pools are bright and deep | [62] |
| Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night | [42] |
| Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves | [51] |
| You spotted snakes with double tongue | [53] |
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The Cambridge Book
of
Poetry for Children
PART II
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