LITTLE Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROMANCE OF THE SWAN'S NEST by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. A LOVER'S PLEA by THOMAS CAMPION LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON OVERLOOKING THE RIVER STOUR by THOMAS HARDY LAMENT OF THE FRONTIER GUARD by LI PO |