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description of pupil outer circle
counterlike as to movement for
pupils of inner circle | img2poems |
some
like it
cold | img2poems |
inter
jump in place once
jump in place once | img2poems |
start the dance movement with the outside foot
(boys beginning with
the left foot girls beginning with the right foot | img2poems |
nd line
one named
jack | img2poems |
and the
other named
jill | img2poems |
inter
outer circle no activity
inner circle no activity | img2poems |
st line
a sixpence for
a spool of thread | img2poems |
inter
with a jump execute a turn right about and clap hands
once | img2poems |
interpretation
two step right
two step left | img2poems |
rd line
that's the way
the money goes | img2poems |
inter
two step left
two step right | img2poems |
st line
watch how
the needle does fly | img2poems |
rd line
every time
the wheel goes round | img2poems |
and his name
was dapple
grey | img2poems |
inter
seven chasses in line of direction
closing left to right completing movement | img2poems |
rd line
she whipped him and she slashed
him | img2poems |
inter
clasp partner's hands raising arms to shoulder height and bend and
stretch knees six times | img2poems |
for all
the lady's
hire | img2poems |
st line
sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of
rye | img2poems |
inter
facing inward clasp hands to the right and
left and starting with the right foot execute three steps backward | img2poems |
interpretation
starting with the left foot execute three steps
forward | img2poems |
rd line
the maid was in
the garden | img2poems |
hanging
out
the clothes | img2poems |
inter
replace hands to hips execute four hops
forward | img2poems |
upon the word jill bend knees slightly upon
the word came spring lightly upward and assume deep knee position
covering face with right hand and placing left hand on floor | img2poems |
place hands on hips turn to the left and starting with the left foot
execute six running steps forward closing left foot to right
completing the movement | img2poems |
place right elbow in the left hand with forefinger extended
shaking same three times vigorously at the little boy in the center of
the circle | img2poems |
suggestion: in so far as possible have the sex units divided
the boys forming the inner circle and the girls forming the outer
circle | img2poems |
formation double circle facing counter clockwise (line of
direction) inside hands joined and raised shoulder height outside
hands on hips | img2poems |
suggestion in so far as possible have the sex units divided
the boys forming the inside circle and the girls forming the outside
circle | img2poems |
encircle to the right with three walking steps
as the first step is taken
clap hands once and replace hands to hips | img2poems |
encircle to the left with three walking steps
as the first step is
taken clap hands once and replace hands to hips | img2poems |
formation children arranged in double circle formation facing
counter clockwise outside hands placed on hips
inside hands joined and raised shoulder height | img2poems |
bend knees deeply and suit activity to the words
holding imaginary coins in the palm of the left hand counting with the
right hand | img2poems |
stretch the knees lower heels facing to the
right start with the right foot execute three chasse steps to the
right with arms raised sideward | img2poems |
he must be a fool indeed who cannot at
times play the fool and he who does not
enjoy nonsense must be lacking in sense | img2poems |
again there are verses composed entirely of meaningless words
which are not nonsense literature because they are written with
some other intent | img2poems |
is not strictly a nonsense verse because it was invented and used
for counting out and the arbitrary words simply take the place of
the numbers etc | img2poems |
sing go trix
trim go trix
under the greenwood tree | img2poems |
lear himself composed airs for the pelican chorus and the
yonghy-bonghy bo which were arranged for the piano by professor pome
of san remo italy | img2poems |
a favorite trick of the nonsensists is the coining of words to suit
their needs and lear and carroll are especially happy in their
inventions of this kind | img2poems |
there was an old man in a tree
who was horribly bored by a bee
when they said does it buzz | img2poems |
thackeray wrote spirited nonsense but much of it had an
under-meaning political or otherwise which bars it from the field
of sheer nonsense | img2poems |
a familiar bit of nonsense prose is by s
foote and it is said that
charles macklin used to recite it with great gusto | img2poems |
a centipede was happy quite
until a frog in fun
said pray which leg comes after which | img2poems |
this raised her mind to such a pitch
she lay distracted in the ditch
considering how to run | img2poems |
there was a small boy of quebec
who was buried in snow to his neck
when they said are you friz | img2poems |
as a proof that good nonsense is by no means an easy achievement
attention is called to a recent competition inaugurated by the
london academy | img2poems |
nonsense rhymes similar to those quoted from the lark were asked
for and though many were received it is stated that no brilliant
results were among them | img2poems |
let us then give nonsense its place among the divisions of humor
and though we cannot reduce it to an exact science let us
acknowledge it as a fine art | img2poems |
oh frabjous day
callooh
callay | img2poems |
coesper ultravia circum
urgebant gyros gimbiculosque tophi
moestenui visae borogovides ire meatu | img2poems |
o fuge iabrochium sanguis meus
ille recurvis
unguibus estque avidis dentibus ille minax | img2poems |
ububae fuge cautus avis vim gnate
neque unquam
faederpax contra te frumiosus eat | img2poems |
vorpali gladio juvenis succingitur: hostis
manxumus ad medium quaeritur usque diem
tumtumiae frondis suaserat umbra moram | img2poems |
with thee i will not part
and straightway seized a rolling-pin
and drove it through his heart | img2poems |
gollop
golloy
thou scrumjous bard | img2poems |
take pen and endite
a pome my brain needs kurgling hard
and i will feast tonight | img2poems |
but holy father
what shall save the soul
when cobblers ask three dollars for their shoes | img2poems |
oh
too too shocking
barbarous savage taste | img2poems |
time's trashy purse is as a taken token
or like a thrilling recitation spoken
by mournful mouths filled full of mirth and cheese | img2poems |
oh
who can feel the crimson ecstasy
that soothes with bickering jar the glorious tree | img2poems |
she's all my fancy painted him
if he or you had lost a limb
which would have suffered most | img2poems |
he sent them word i had not gone
if she should push the matter on
what would become of you | img2poems |
my notion was that you had been
an obstacle that came between
him and ourselves and it | img2poems |
for the jingling jungles to jangle in
with a moony maze of mellado mull
and a protoplasm for next of kin | img2poems |
what and wherefore and whence: for under is over and under
if thunder could be without lightning lightning could be without
thunder | img2poems |
why and whither and how
for barley and rye are not clover
neither are straight lines curves yet over is under and over | img2poems |
screws two three four or five combined
yield other screws which are confined
within one screw complex | img2poems |
there is precisely one
at each point of this complex rich
a plane of screws have given pitch | img2poems |
all these and more for motions small
have been discussed by dr
ball | img2poems |
for instance take a case like this
is fancied kick a real kiss
or rather the reverse | img2poems |
a breathing credo and a living prayer
yet of the earth still earthy debonair
the while in heaven it seeketh for a place | img2poems |
so thy dear eyes and thy kind lips but say
ere from his cerements timon seems to flit
what of the reaper grim with sickle keen | img2poems |
and then the sunlight ushers in new day
and for our tasks our bodies seem more fit
might of the night unfleeing sight unseen | img2poems |
i sit in the solitudes of the moonshades
soul-hungering in the moonshade solitudes sit i
my heart-lifts beaten down in the wild wind-path | img2poems |
oh
why am i what i am
and why am i anything | img2poems |
in loopy links the canker crawls
tads twiddle in their 'polian glee
yet sinks my heart as water falls | img2poems |
the loon that laughs the babe that bawls
the wedding wear the funeral palls
are neither here nor there to me | img2poems |
oh limpid stream of tyrus now i hear
the pulsing wings of armageddon's host
clear as a colcothar and yet more clear | img2poems |
no
dancing in the meteor's hall of power
see genius ponders o'er affection's tower | img2poems |
hark
see'st thou not the torrent's flash
far shooting o'er the mountain height | img2poems |
lo
fancy from her magic realm
pours boreal gleams adown the pole | img2poems |
there is a little little star
that still above me beams
it is the star of hope but ar | img2poems |
fierce-fanged fair one
draw
night's curtain o'er the landscape of thy hair | img2poems |
i droop
i sink into my soul's eclipse
i fall in love with death | img2poems |
hast thou no pity
must i darkly tread
the unknown paths that lead me wide from thee | img2poems |
what matters now
i know the poem's done
and wonder what the dickens it all means | img2poems |
love me and leave me what love bids retrieve me
can june's fist
grasp may | img2poems |
dear pig are you willing to sell for one shilling
your ring
said the piggy i will | img2poems |
why doth she warble not
is she afraid
of the hound that howls or the moaning mole | img2poems |
not mine to stir up a storied pole
no noses snip with a bluggy blade
hush thee hush thee dear little soul | img2poems |
come out and algernon charles 'ill roll
thee safe and snug in plutonian plaid
hush thee hush thee dear little soul | img2poems |
ravished by clouds our lady moon
ah me
ah me | img2poems |
sinks swooning in a lady-swoon
(ah me
ah me | img2poems |
if love but over-soar its mark
(ah me
ah me | img2poems |
scorned by the grinning hound of scorn
(ah me
ah me | img2poems |
tickle me love in these lonesome ribs
'tis a fair whing-whangess with phosphor rings
and bridal jewels of fangs and stings | img2poems |
the lilies lie in my lady's bower
they faintly droop for a little hour
my lady's head droops like a flower | img2poems |
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