Jack and Jill went up the hill (A) To fetch a pail of water; (B) Jack fell down and broke his crown, (C) and Jill came tumbling after. (B) Up Jack got, and home did trot, (D) As fast as he could caper, (E) To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob (F) With vinegar and...
Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after. —“Jack and Jill” In this famous nursery rhyme, we see consonance with the j sound of the characters’ names, and also the l sound in many of the other ...
got a National Trust membership. As I blogged less and less, I lived more and more. I quit thinking of my life's events as just another blog post. I quit waking up with my mind tumbling over with clever chatter, none of which sounded quite as clever...
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Ever since I left my home system, thoughts kept tumbling through my mind like rocks in an asteroid field, concerning the krayt dragon bones I had viewed in the museum on Corellia. With the krayt (Tyrannodraconis sp.) lineage reported extinct since at least the year 22 ABY, following much...
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Secret Meanings of Nursery Rhymesis that the rhyme satirises tax measures taken by King Charles I on beer – specifically reducing the volume but maintaining the cost in a Jack, which is a rather stingy eighth of a pint, and the Gill which is a quarter pint that “came tumbling after...
Hearts with one purpose alone Through summer and winter seem Enchanted to a stone To trouble the living stream. The horse that comes from the road. The rider, the birds that range From cloud to tumbling cloud, Minute by minute they change; A shadow of cloud on the stream Changes minute ...
Far off the surf doth break and roar Along bleak miles of moonlit shore, Where through the tides the tumbling wave Falls in an avalanche of foam And drives its churned waters home Up many an undercliff and cave. By Robert Louis Stevenson Discharged CARRY me out Into the wind and the ...