Nursery Rhyme. CCXXXV. Riddles.

    I had a little castle upon the sea-side,
    One half was water, the other was land;
    I open'd my little castle door, and guess what I found;
    I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.
    The cup was gold, filled with wine;
    Drink, fair lady, and thou shalt be mine!

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLVI. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCV. Games.

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    There was a girl in our towne,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCIII. Riddles.

        [An egg.]

    In marble walls as white as milk,
    Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
    Within a fountain crystal clear,
    A golden apple doth appear.
    No doors there are to this strong-hold.
    Yet things break in and steal the gold.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXXV. Riddles.

        [A Cinder-sifter.]

    A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,
    A hundred eyes, and never a nose.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLIII. Games.

        [The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my way.]

    Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,
    With three small children in her hand:
    One can brew, the other can bake,
    The other can make a pretty round cake.
    One can sit in the garden and spin,
    Another can make a fine bed for the king;
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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXVI. Riddles.

        [A pen.]

    When I was taken from the fair body,
        They then cut off my head,
        And thus my shape was altered;
    It's I that make peace between king and king,
        And many a true lover glad:
    All this I do and ten times more,
        And more I could do still,
    But nothing can I do,
        Without my guider's will.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXV. Paradoxes.

    Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window,
    There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger;
    Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack,
    A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.

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