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# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/London Bells

London Bells.
Two Sticks & an Apple, Ring ye Bells at Whitechapple, Old Father Bald Pate, Ring ye Bells Aldgate, Maids in white Aprons, Ring ye Bells a S.$^t$ Cathrines, ​Oranges and Lemmons, Ring ye Bells at S.$^t$ Clemens, When will you pay me, Ring ye Bells at ye Old Bailey, When I am Rich, Ring ye Bells at Fleetditch, When will that be, Ring ye Bells at Stepney, When I am Old, Ring ye great Bell at Pauls.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Nauty Pauty, Jacky Dandy

Nauty Pauty, Jacky Dandy.
Nauty Pauty, Jacky Dandy, Stole a peice of Sugar Candy.
​From the Grocer's Shoppe Shop, And away did Hoppe Hop.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Lusty Wooer

Lusty Wooer.
I
Here comes a lusty Wooer, My A Dildin, my A Daldin, Here comes a lusty Wooer, Lilly bright and shine, A.
II
Pray who do you wooe for, My A Dildin my A Daldin, Pray who do you wooe for, Lilly bright and shine A.
III
For your fairest Daughter, My A Dildin my A Daldin, For your fairest Daughter, Lilly bright and shine, A.
IV
Then there she is for you, My A Dildin my A Daldin, Then there she is for you, Lilly bright and shine, A.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/My Mill grinds

My Mill grinds.
My Mill grinds Pepper, and Spice, Your Mill grinds Rats, and Mice.
TRILLETTO.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Piss a Bed

Piss a Bed.
Piss a Bed, Piss a Bed, Barley Butt, Your Bum is so heavy You cant get up.
GRANDE.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/London Bridge

London Bridge.
London Bridge Is Broken down, Dance over my Lady Lee. London Bridge Is Broken down, With a gay Lady.
​How shall we build It up again, Dance over my Lady Lee, &c.
Build it up with Gravel, and Stone, Dance over my Lady Lee. &c.
Gravel, and Stone, Will wash a away, Dance over my Lady Lee, &c.
Build it up with Iron, and Steel, Dance over my Lady Lee. &c.
Iron and Steel, Will bend, and Bow, Dance over my Lady Lee. &c.
Build it up with Silver, and Gold, Dance over my Lady Lee. &c.
​Silver, and Gold, Will be stoln away, Dance over my Lady Lee. &c
Then we'l set A Man to Watch, Dance over my Lady Lee.
Then we'l set A Man to Watch, With a gay Lady.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Lyer Lickspit

Lyer Lickspit.
Lyer Lyer Lickspit, Turn about the Candlestick, Whats good for Lyars, Brimstone and Fire.
TUTI.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Mrs. Mary

M$^{rs}$. Mary.
Mistress Mary: Quite contrary, How does your Garden grow, With Silver Bells, And Cockle Shells, And so my Garden grows.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Ride a Cock Horse

Ride a Cock Horse.
Ride a Cock Horse, To Banbury Cross, To see what Tommy can buy, A Penny White loaf, A Penny White Cake, And a Hugegy penny pye.
# To Ronge

This was written after reading the powerful and manly protest of Johannes Ronge against the "pious fraud" of the Bishop of Treves. The bold movement of the young Catholic priest of Prussian Silesia seemed to me full of promise to the cause of political as well as religious liberty in Europe. That it failed was due partly to the faults of the reformer, but mainly to the disagreement of the Liberals of Germany upon a matter of dogma, which prevented them from unity of action. Rouge was born in Silesia in 1813 and died in October, 1887. His autobiography was translated into English and published in London in 1846.
Strike home, strong-hearted man! Down to the root Of old oppression sink the Saxon steel. Thy work is to hew down. In God's name then Put nerve into thy task. Let other men Plant, as they may, that better tree whose fruit The wounded bosom of the Church shall heal. Be thou the image-breaker. Let thy blows Fall heavy as the Suabian's iron hand, On crown or crosier, which shall interpose Between thee and the weal of Fatherland. Leave creeds to closet idlers. First of all, Shake thou all German dream-land with the fall Of that accursed tree, whose evil trunk Was spared of old by Erfurt's stalwart monk. Fight not with ghosts and shadows. Let us hear The snap of chain-links. Let our gladdened ear Catch the pale prisoner's welcome, as the light Follows thy axe-stroke, through his cell of night. Be faithful to both worlds; nor think to feed Earth's starving millions with the husks of creed. Servant of Him whose mission high and holy Was to the wronged, the sorrowing, and the lowly, Thrust not his Eden promise from our sphere, Distant and dim beyond the blue sky's span; Like him of Patmos, see it, now and here, The New Jerusalem comes down to man Be warned by Luther's error. Nor like him, When the roused Teuton dashes from his limb The rusted chain of ages, help to bind His hands for whom thou claim'st the freedom of the mind!
# To R. K.

A takeoff on Rudyard Kipling, referencing the popular works of H. Rider Haggard. First published in the Cambridge Review, 29 January 1891, and later included in all editions of Lapsus Calami. In the third and subsequent editions it is followed immediately by "The Grand Old Pipe".
* "To R. K." in Lapsus Calami (1st edition, April 1891)
* "To R. K." in Lapsus Calami (4th edition, August 1891)
# To Perenna

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* "To Perenna" by Robert Herrick (How long, Perenna, wilt thou see)
* "To Perenna" by Robert Herrick (I a dirge will pen to thee)
* "To Perenna" by Robert Herrick (Thou say'st I'm dull; if edgeless so I be)
* "To Perenna" by Robert Herrick (When I thy parts run o'er, I can't espy)
* "To Perenna, a Mistress" by Robert Herrick (Dear Perenna, prithee come)
# To Poverty

"Pale priestess of a fane discredited"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1902), "To Poverty" in The Atlantic Monthly (May 1902).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1904), "To Poverty" in Mine and Thine (1904).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "To Poverty" in Poems II.

## References

* ↑ View this version at Google Books.
# To Rhea

Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes
* To Rhea in Poems (1847)
* To Rhea in Poems (Household Edition, 1904)
# To O——, of her Dark Eyes

* Meynell, Alice (1917), "To O——, of her Dark Eyes" in A father of women, and other poems.
* Meynell, Alice (1921), "To O——, of Her Dark Eyes" in Poems.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/On receiving a Curious Shell and a Copy of Verses from the Same Ladies

ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL AND A COPY OF VERSES FROM THE SAME LADIES
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain? Bright as the humming-bird's green diadem, When it flutters in sunbeams that shine through a fountain?
Hast thou a goblet for dark sparkling wine? That goblet right heavy, and massy, and gold? And splendidly mark'd with the story divine Of Armida the fair, and Rinaldo the bold?
Hast thou a steed with a mane richly flowing? Hast thou a sword that thine enemy's smart is? Hast thou a trumpet rich melodies blowing? And wear'st thou the shield of the fam'd Britomartis?
What is it that hangs from thy shoulder, so brave, Embroidered with many a spring peering flower? Is it a scarf that thy fair lady gave? And hastest thou now to that fair lady's bower?
Ah! courteous Sir Knight, with large joy thou art crown'd; Full many the glories that brighten thy youth! I will tell thee my blisses, which richly abound In magical powers to bless, and to soothe.
On this scroll thou seest written in characters fair A sun-beamy tale of a wreath, and a chain: And, warrior, it nurtures the property rare Of charming my mind from the trammels of pain.
This canopy mark: 'tis the work of a fay; Beneath its rich shade did King Oberon languish, When lovely Titania was far, far away, And cruelly left him to sorrow, and anguish.
There, oft would he bring from his soft-sighing lute Wild strains to which, spell-bound, the nightingales listen'd; ​The wondering spirits of heaven were mute, And tears 'mong the dewdrops of morning oft glistened.
In this little dome, all those melodies strange, Soft, plaintive, and melting, for ever will sigh; Nor e'er will the notes from their tenderness change; Nor e'er will the music of Oberon die.
So, when I am in a voluptuous vein, I pillow my head on the sweets of the rose, And list to the tale of the wreath, and the chain, Till its echoes depart; then I sink to repose.
Adieu, valiant Eric! with joy thou art crown'd; Full many the glories that brighten thy youth, I too have my blisses, which richly abound In magical powers, to bless and to soothe.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/On —— 'Think not of it, sweet one, so'

ON ——
Published with the date 1817 by Lord Houghton in Life, Letters and Literary Remains, but slightly varied in form when reprinted in the Aldine edition.
Think not of it, sweet one, so;— Give it not a tear; Sigh thou mayst, and bid it go Any—any where.
Do not look so sad, sweet one,— Sad and fadingly; Shed one drop, then it is gone, Oh! 't was born to die!
Still so pale? then dearest weep; Weep, I 'll count the tears, For each will I invent a bliss For thee in after years.
Brighter has it left thine eyes Than a sunny rill; And thy whispering melodies Are more tender still.
Yet—as all things mourn awhile At fleeting blisses; E'en let us too; but be our dirge A dirge of kisses.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Shed no tear! O shed no tear!

I
Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more! O weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core. Dry your eyes! O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies— Shed no tear.
Overhead! look overhead 'Mong the blossoms white and red— Look up, look up—I flutter now On this flush pomegranate bough. See me! 't is this silvery bill Ever cures the good man's ill. Shed no tear! O shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Adieu, Adieu—I fly, adieu, I vanish in the heaven's blue— Adieu, Adieu!
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/On leaving Some Friends at an Early Hour

ON LEAVING SOME FRIENDS AT AN EARLY HOUR
Written, as Clarke intimates, in connection with Keats's visits to Leigh Hunt in the Vale of Health. Published in the 1817 volume.
Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heap'd-up flowers, in regions clear and far; Bring me a tablet whiter than a star, Or hand of hymning angel, when 't is seen The silver strings of heavenly harp atween: And let there glide by many a pearly car, Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar, And half-discover'd wings, and glances keen. The while let music wander round my ears, And as it reaches each delicious ending, Let me write down a line of glorious tone, And full of many wonders of the spheres: For what a height my spirit is contending! 'T is not content so soon to be alone.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/On seeing a Lock of Milton's Hair

ON SEEING A LOCK OF MILTON'S HAIR
'I was at Hunt's the other day,' writes Keats to Bailey, January 23, 1818, 'and he surprised me with a real authenticated lock of Milton's Hair. I know you would like what I wrote thereon, so here it is—as they say of a sheep in a Nursery Book.' 'This I did,' he adds, after copying the lines, 'at Hunt's at his request—perhaps I should have done something better alone and at home.' Lord Houghton printed the verse in Life, Letters and Literary Remains.
Chief of organic numbers! Old Scholar of the Spheres! Thy spirit never slumbers, But rolls about our ears, For ever and for ever! O what a mad endeavour Worketh he, Who to thy sacred and ennobled hearse Would offer a burnt sacrifice of verse And melody.
How heavenward thou soundest, Live Temple of sweet noise, And Discord unconfoundest, Giving Delight new joys, And Pleasure nobler pinions! O, where are thy dominions? Lend thine ear To a young Delian oath,—ay, by thy soul, By all that from thy mortal lips did roll, And by the kernel of thine earthly love, Beauty, in things on earth, and things above, I swear! When every childish fashion Has vanish'd from my rhyme, Will I, grey-gone in passion, Leave to an after-time, Hymning and harmony Of thee, and of thy works, and of thy life; But vain is now the burning and the strife, Pangs are in vain, until I grow high-rife With old Philosophy, And mad with glimpses of futurity!
​For many years my offering must be hush'd; When I do speak, I 'll think upon this hour, Because I feel my forehead hot and flush'd. Even at the simplest vassal of thy power,— A lock of thy bright hair— Sudden it came, And I was startled, when I caught thy name Coupled so unaware; Yet, at the moment, temperate was my blood. I thought I had beheld it from the flood.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/On sitting down to read 'King Lear' once again

ON SITTING DOWN TO READ 'KING LEAR' ONCE AGAIN
In a letter to his brothers, dated January 23, 1818, Keats says: 'I think a little change has taken place in my intellect lately—I cannot bear to be uninterested or unemployed, I, who for so long a time have been addicted to passiveness. Nothing is finer for the purposes of great productions than a very gradual ripening of the intellectual powers. As an instance of this—observe—I sat down yesterday to read King Lear once again: the thing appeared to demand the prologue of a sonnet, I wrote it, and began to read—(I know you would like to see it). So you see,' he goes on after copying the sonnet, 'I am getting at it with a sort of determination and strength, though verily I do not feel it at this moment.' The sonnet was printed in Life, Letters and Literary Remains.
O golden-tongued Romance, with serene lute! Fair plumèd Syren, Queen of far away! Leave melodizing on this wintry day, Shut up thine olden pages, and be mute: Adieu! for once again the fierce dispute, Betwixt damnation and impassion'd clay, Must I burn through; once more humbly assay The bitter sweet of this Shakespearean fruit: Chief Poet! and ye clouds of Albion, Begetters of our deep eternal theme! When through the old oak forest I am gone, Let me not wander in a barren dream, But when I am consumèd in the Fire, Give me new Phœnix-wings to fly at my desire.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/On the Grasshopper and Cricket

ON THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET
Written December 30, 1816, on a challenge from Leigh Hunt, who printed both his and Keats's sonnets in his paper, The Examiner. Keats included the sonnet in his 1817 volume. Leigh Hunt's sonnet will be found in the Notes and Illustrations.
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper's—he takes the lead In summer luxury,—he has never done With his delights; for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed. The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one, in drowsiness half lost, The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Robin Hood

ROBIN HOOD
TO A FRIEND
The friend was J. H. Reynolds, who had sent Keats two sonnets which he had written on Robin Hood. Keats's letter, dated February 3, 1818, is full of energetic pleasantry on the poetry which 'has a palpable design upon us,' and concludes: 'Let us have the old Poets and Robin Hood. Your letter and its sonnets gave me more pleasure than will the Fourth Book of Childe Harold, and the whole of anybody's life and opinions. In return for your Dish of Filberts, I have gathered a few Catkins. I hope they 'll look pretty.' Keats included the poem in his Lamia, Isabella, The Eve of St. Agnes and other Poems, 1820, with some trifling changes of text.
No! those days are gone away, And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried all Under the down-trodden pall Of the leaves of many years: Many times have Winter's shears, Frozen North, and chilling East, Sounded tempests to the feast Of the forest's whispering fleeces, Since men knew nor rent nor leases.10
No, the bugle sounds no more, And the twanging bow no more; Silent is the ivory shrill Past the heath and up the hill; There is no mid-forest laugh, Where lone Echo gives the half To some wight, amaz'd to hear Jesting, deep in forest drear.
On the fairest time of June You may go, with sun or moon,20 Or the seven stars to light you, Or the polar ray to right you; But you never may behold Little John, or Robin bold; Never one, of all the clan, Thrumming on an empty can Some old hunting ditty, while He doth his green way beguile To fair hostess Merriment, Down beside the pasture Trent;30 For he left the merry tale, Messenger for spicy ale.
Gone, the merry morris din; Gone, the song of Gamelyn; Gone, the tough-belted outlaw Idling in the 'grenè shawe;' All are gone away and past! And if Robin should be cast Sudden from his turfèd grave, And if Marian should have40 Once again her forest days, She would weep, and he would craze: He would swear, for all his oaks, Fall'n beneath the dock-yard strokes, Have rotted on the briny seas; She would weep that her wild bees Sang not to her—strange! that honey Can't be got without hard money!
So it is; yet let us sing Honour to the old bow-string!50 Honour to the bugle horn! Honour to the woods unshorn! Honour to the Lincoln green! Honour to the archer keen! Honour to tight little John, And the horse he rode upon! Honour to bold Robin Hood, Sleeping in the underwood! Honour to Maid Marian, And to all the Sherwood clan!60 Though their days have hurried by, Let us two a burden try.
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/Sharing Eve's Apple

Sharing Eve's Apple
Printed by Mr. Forman and assigned to 1818. Mr. Forman does not give his authority, save to say that the verses have been handed about in manuscript.
O blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing; And if you smile the blushing while, Then maidenheads are going.
There 's a blush for won't, and a blush for shan't, And a blush for having done it: There 's a blush for thought and a blush for nought, And a blush for just begun it.
O sigh not so! O sigh not so! For it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; By these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips And fought in an amorous nipping.
Will you play once more at nice-cut-core, For it only will last our youth out, And we have the prime of the kissing time, We have not one sweet tooth out.
There 's a sigh for yes, and a sigh for no, And a sigh for I can't bear it! O what can be done, shall we stay or run? O cut the sweet apple and share it!
# The complete poetical works and letters of John Keats/On the Sea

ON THE SEA
Sent in a letter to Reynolds, dated April 17, 1817. 'From want of regular rest,' Keats says, 'I have been rather narvus, and the passage in Lear—"Do you not hear the sea?"—has haunted me intensely.' He then copies the sonnet, which was published in The Champion, August 17 of the same year. The letter was written from Carisbrooke. He had been sent away from London by his brothers a month before, shortly after the appearance of his first volume of Poems, and his letters show the nervous, restless condition into which he had been driven by that venture.
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 't is in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be mov'd for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound. O ye! who have your eyeballs vex'd and tir'd, Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea; O ye! whose ears are dinn'd with uproar rude, Or fed too much with cloying melody,— Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs quired!
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Spitt Cat Spitt

Spitt Cat Spitt.
Spit Cat, Spit, Your tongue shall be slit, And all the Dogs In our Town, Shall have a Bit.
PRESA
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/The Moon shines bright

The Moon Shines Bright.
The Moon Shines Bright, The Stars give a light, And you may kiss, A pretty girl, At ten a Clock at Night.
RECITATIO
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Robbin & Bobbin

Robbin & Bobbin.
I
We will go to the Wood, Says Robbin, to Bobbin, We will go to the Wood, Says Richard, to Robbin, We will go to the Wood, Says Iohn and alone, We will go to the Wood Says every one.
II
We will shoot at a Wren Says Robbin to Bobbin We will shoot at a Wren Says Richard to Robbin &c
III
Shes down shes down Says Robbin to Bobbin Shes down shes down Says Richard to Robbin &c
IV
How shall we get her home Says Robbin to Bobbin How shall we get her home Says Richard to Robbin &c
V
We will hire a Cart Says Robbin to Bobbin, We will hire a Cart, Says Richard to Robbin. &c
VI
Then Hoist Hoist Says Robbin to Bobbin, Then Hoist Hoist, Says Richard to Robbin. &c
VII
She's up shes up Say's Robbin to Bobbin, She's up shes up, Say's Richard to Robbin. &c
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Taffy was born

Taffy was born.
Taffy was born On a Moon Shiny Night, His Head in the Pipkin, His Heels upright.
SYNCOPATION.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Robbin and Bobbin

Robbin and Bobbin.
Robbin and Bobbin, Two great Belly'd Men, They eat more Victuals Than threescore Men.
TIMOROSO.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Robbin red breast

Robbin red breast.
Little Robbin red breast, Sitting on a pole, Niddle, Noddle, Went his head, And Poop went his Hole.
PRONTO.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Sing a Song of Sixpence

Sing a Song of Sixpence.
Sing a Song of Sixpence, A bag full of Rye, Four and twenty Naughty boys, Bak'd in a Pye.
GRANDE
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Snail, Snail

Snail, Snail.
Snail, Snail, Come out of your hole, Or Else i'll beat you, As black as a Coal.
TACET
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/The Dog will bark

The Dog will bark.
The Dog will bark, I dare not to stir, Take a Halter And Hang up the Cur, No, No, Why, Why, I would not for a Guinea, My Dog should die.
# Tommy Thumb's Pretty Song Book/Taunymoor

Taunymoor.
As I went by a Dyers door, I met a lusty Taunymoor, Tauny hands, & Tauny face, Tauny Peticoats, Silver lace.
TOCCATO.
# Tracts for the Times/Vol. 1/front matter

A
SHORT ADDRESS TO HIS BRETHREN
ON THE
NATURE AND CONSTITUTION
OF
THE CHURCH OF CHRIST;
AND OF
THE BRANCH OF IT ESTABLISHED IN ENGLAND.
BY A LAYMAN.
"I believe one Catholic and Apostolic Church."—Nic. Creed.
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# The song that is forgot

"Time, like to sand from out the glass, unceasing flows away"
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "The song that is forgot" in The Century Magazine (May 1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1912), "The song that is forgot" in The Unconquered Air, and Other Poems (1912).
* Coates, Florence Earle (1916), "The song that is forgot" in Poems I.

## References

* ↑ View this version at Google Books.