Nursery Rhyme. XLIX. Tales.

    Solomon Grundy,
    Born on a Monday,
    Christened on Tuesday,
    Married on Wednesday,
    Took ill on Thursday,
    Worse on Friday,
    Died on Saturday,
    Buried on Sunday:
    This is the end
    Of Solomon Grundy.

Unknown

The identity of this poet is not known. Their works, which are often of significant historical or cultural value, have been attributed to 'Unknown'. This designation is commonly used when the creator of works, ranging from ancient texts to more modern writings, remains anonymous or uncredited. Despite the lack of personal details, the impact and importance of these works endure, offering insight into the eras and cultures from which they originated.

Unknown

Time

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCXXVIII. Riddles.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCXLVIII. Charms.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCVII. Natural History.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

English

Suggested Poems

Explore a curated selection of verses that share themes, styles, and emotional resonance with the poem you've just read.

Nursery Rhyme. DCXXIX. Relics.

    How many days has my baby to play?
        Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
    Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
        Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. LXXVI. Tales.

    There was a king and he had three daughter,
    And they all lived in a basin of water;
        The basin bended,
        My story's ended.
    If the basin had been stronger,
    My story would have been longer.

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. CCXXXIV. Riddles.

    When I went up sandy hill,
    I met a sandy boy;
    I cut his throat, I sucked his blood,
    And left his skin a hanging-o.

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. LIX. Tales.

    There was a jolly miller
    Lived on the river Dee,
    He look'd upon his pillow,
    And there he saw a flee.
    Oh! Mr. Flea,
    You have been biting me,
    And you must die:
        So he crack'd his bones
        Upon the stones,
    And there he let him lie.

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. CCXXI. Riddles.

There was a man rode through our town,
    Gray Grizzle was his name;
His saddle-bow was gilt with gold,
    Three times I've named his name.

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. LXVI. Tales.

        [The following two stanzas, although they belong to the same piece, are often found separated from each other.]

    Robin and Richard were two pretty men;
    They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
    Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky,
    Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high:

    The bull's in the barn threshing the corn,
    The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn,
    The cat's at the fire frying of fish,
    The dog's in the pantry breading his dish.

Unknown