Quotes About Rhymes

They heard the voices howling and shrieking in the wind, and the house creaking, and the snow swishing. "This will never do!" said Ma. "Let's play bean-porridge hot! Mary, you and Laura play it together, and, Carrie, you hold up your hands. We'll do it faster than Mary and Laura can!" So they all played bean-porridge hot, faster and faster until they could not say the rhymes, for laughing.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

La medianoche se acerca, el fuego se marchita. Me quedaré un rato todavía, siempre me salen mejor las rimas junto a un fuego que se apaga.

I'm tryin' to be part of a functioning society so I can't listen to Curren$y man. His rhymes make me high haha.

When I want somebody to read to, To match a dream with tuneful phrase, It is my nurse that I pay heed to, Companion of my youthful days, Or, following a boring dinner, A neihbour comes in, who I corner, Catch at his coat tails suddenly And choke him with a tragedy, Or, (here I am no longer jesting), Haunted by rhymes and yearning's ache, I roam beside my country lake And scare a flock of wild ducks resting: Hearing my strophes' sweet-toned chants, They fly off from the banks at once.

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.

I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.

There is a formal poetry perfect only in form?the number of syllables, the designated and required stresses of accent, the rhymes if wantedthey come off with the skill of a solved crossword puzzle.

In fir tar is,In oak none is.In mud eel is,In clay none is.Goats eat ivy.Mares eat oats.

One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns;If you have no daughters, give them to your sons.

Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark,The beggars are coming to town;Some in rags, some in tags,And some in velvet gowns.

Little Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating some curds and whey.Along came a spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;And so betwixt them both,They licked the platter clean.

Shoe the horse, shoe the mare,But let the little colt go bare.

Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl:And if the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.

Tell tale tit,Your tongue shall be slit,And all the dogs in our townShall have a bit.

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man among them durst not touch her tail.She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.

Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross,To see a fine lady upon a white horse;Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.

Little boy blue, come blow your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;But where is the boy who looks after the sheep?He's under the haystack fast asleep.Will you wake him? No, not I,For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

Old mother HubbardWent to the cupboard,To fetch her poor dog a bone;But when she came thereThe cupboard was bare,And so the poor dog had none.

Seesaw, Margery Daw,Jacky shall have a new master;Jacky must have but a penny a day,Because he can work no faster.

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home,Your house is on fire, and your children will burn.

Little Polly FlindersSat among the cinders,Warming her pretty little toes.Her mother came and caught her,And whipped her little daughterFor spoiling her nice new clothes.

I had a little pony,His name was Dapple Gray;I lent him to a ladyTo ride a mile away.She whipped him, she slashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.