Nursery Rhyme. DCIII. Local.

    At Brill on the Hill,
    The wind blows shrill,
        The cook no meat can dress;
    At Stow in the Wold
    The wind blows cold, -
        I know no more than this.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLVIII. Songs.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. XCVIII. Proverbs.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. DLXVIII. Natural History.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXVII. Paradoxes.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

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