#EnglishWriters
Where am I going? I don’t quite k… Down to the stream where the king—… Up on the hill where the pine—tree… Anywhere, anywhere. I don’t know. Where am I going? The clouds sail…
There once was a Dormouse who liv… Of delphiniums (blue) and geranium… And all the day long he’d a wonder… Of geraniums (red) and delphiniums… A Doctor came hurrying round, and…
In days of peace my fellow-men Rightly regarded me as more like A Bishop than a Major-Gen., And nothing since has made me warl… But when this agelong struggle end…
James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree Took great Care of his Mother,
Has anybody seen my mouse? I opened his box for half a minute… Just to make sure he was really in… And while I was looking, he jumpe… I tried to catch him, I tried, I…
Between the woods the afternoon Its fallen in a golden swoon, The sun looks down from quiet skie… To where a quiet water lies, And silent trees stoop down to the…
Whenever I walk in a London stree… I’m ever so careful to watch my fe… And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at the corners all ready…
Of all the Knights in Appledore The wisest was Sir Thomas Tom. He multiplied as far as four, And knew what nine was taken from To make eleven. He could write
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere
Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity, Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he
These are my two drops of rain Waiting on the window-pane. I am waiting here to see Which the winning one will be. Both of them have different names.
Christopher Robin Had wheezles And sneezles, They bundled him Into
The King’s Breakfast The King asked The Queen, and The Queen asked The Dairymaid:
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet, She wore her greenest gown; She turned to the south wind And curtsied up and down. She turned to the sunlight
There are lions and roaring tigers… and enormous camels and things, There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons, and a great big bear with wings. There’s a sort of a tiny potamus,