#EnglishWriters
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…
I went down to the shouting sea, Taking Christopher down with me, For Nurse had given us sixpence e… And down we went to the beach. We had sand in the eyes and the ea…
In a corner of the bedroom is a gr… Someone lives behind it, but I do… I think it is a Brownie, but I’m… (Nanny isn’t certain, too.) I looked behind the curtain, but h…
Jonathan Jo Has a mouth like an 'O’ And a wheelbarrow full of surprise… If you ask for a bat, Or for something like that,
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,
They’re changing guard at Bucking… Christopher Robin went down with… Alice is marrying one of the guard… “A soldier’s life is terrible hard… Says Alice.
Once upon a time there were three… Who didn’t wear stockings, and the… But they all had handkerchiefs to… And they kept their handkerchiefs… And they lived in forest in three…
James James Morrison Morrison Weatherby George Dupree Took great Care of his Mother,
There’s sun on the river and sun o… You can hear the sea if you stand… There’s eight new puppies at Roun… And I saw an old sailor with only… But everyone says, “Run along!”
Christopher Robin goes Hoppity, hoppity, Hoppity, hoppity, hop. Whenever I tell him Politely to stop it, he
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…
I often wish I were a King, And then I could do anything. If only I were King of Spain, I’d take my hat off in the rain. If only I were King of France,
What shall I call My dear little dormouse? His eyes are small, But his tail is e-nor-mouse. I sometimes call him Terrible Joh…
When Anne and I go out a walk, We hold each other’s hand and talk Of all the things we mean to do When Anne and I are forty-two. And when we’ve thought about a thi…
Where the water-lilies go To and fro, Rocking in the ripples of the wate… Lazy on a leaf lies the Lake King… And the faint winds shake her.