 | England - 1837 - 886 pages
...Toss the light ball— bestride the stick — (1 knew so many cakes would make him sick ! ) '-'•nli fancies buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the...snipping at your gown ! ) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Cio to your mother, child, and wipe your noso ! ) Balmy, and breathing music like the South, (He... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My el tin Jolin! Toss the light ball, bestride the stick, — (I knew so many cakes would make him sick!)...fancies buoyant as the thistledown, Prompting the feat grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk! (He's got the scissors, snipping at your... | |
 | Thomas Hood - English wit and humor - 1837 - 322 pages
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball— bestride the stick— (I knew so many cakes would make him sick...grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown ! ) v. Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother,... | |
 | Scotland - 1837 - 898 pages
...in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, Sly elfin John ! Toss the light ball— bestride the stick— (I knew so many cakes would make him sick ! ) With fancies buoyant as the thistle-down,' IVompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk. With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got the scissors,... | |
 | English literature - 1837 - 612 pages
...in thy blue sky foreseeing. Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick— ( I knew so many cakes would make him sick !) With fancies, buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - Recitations - 1844 - 302 pages
...in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball — bestride the stick — (I knew so many cakes would make him sick!) With fancies buoyant as the thistle down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He's got... | |
 | Thomas Hood - English poetry - 1847 - 314 pages
...clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball—bestride the stick— (I knew so many cakes would make him sick...grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like frisk, (He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown !) Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child,... | |
 | Bits - Anthologies - 1847 - 88 pages
...foreseeing, (He's got a knife !) My elfin John! Play on, play on, Toss the light ball—bestride the stick, (I knew so many cakes would make him sick !)...thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk Thou pretty opening rose ! (Go to your mother, child, and wipe your nose!) Balmy, and breathing music... | |
 | American periodicals - 1848 - 616 pages
...thistle-down, I'rompting the face grotesque, and antic brisk, With many a lamb-like fri»k, (He 's got the scissors, snipping at your gown,) Thou pretty...Balmy, and breathing music like the South, (He really bringe my heart into my mouth!) Fresh ал the morn, and brilliant ля its star, (I wish that window... | |
 | American periodicals - 1848 - 600 pages
...lamb-like frisk, (tie's got tin', scissors, snipping at your gown,) Thou pretty ope u ing roso! (fio to your mother, child, and wipe your nose !) Balmy,...South, (He really brings my heart into my mouth!) Fresh a» the morn, and brilliant as its star, (I wisli that window had an iron bar!) Hold пм the hnwk,... | |
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No storms, no clouds, in thy blue sky foreseeing, Play on, play on, My elfin John ! Toss the light ball— bestride the stick, (I knew so many cakes would make him sick!) With fancies buoyant as the thistle-down, Prompting the face grotesque, and antic... 
