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" Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep... "
The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson - 136. oldal
szerző: Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1883 - 730 oldal
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song: Selected from English and American ...

Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 oldal
...in individualities, But like each other even as those who love. [From The Princess.] CltADLE SONG. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty cue, sleep, [From The Princess.] ASK ME NO MOKE. ASK me no more: the moon may draw the sea; The cloud...

Proceedings of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, 28. kötet

American Academy of Arts and Sciences - 1893
...Princess," which derives no interest from narrative, but appeals simply to the ear and the poetic sense : " Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." From the lyrics we pass to an even more important part of Tennyson's work, to what our fathers might...

Thalatta: A Book for the Sea-side

1853 - 206 oldal
...that grows precious in burning, — Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame ! MOORE. SONG. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TBNNYSOJT. THE MARINER. YE winds that sweep the grove's green tops And kiss the mountains hoar,...

Thalatta: a book for the sea-side [verse, compiled by S. Longfellow].

Thalatta, Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 206 oldal
...that grows precious in burning, — Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame ! MOORE. SONG. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...will come to thee soon, Father will come to his babe in»the nest : Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep,...

Poems, 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853
...while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; B«st, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. m. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

Poems, 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 379 oldal
...thunder to the sound Of solemn psalms and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. Sweet and...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. HI. MOKN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

The princess, a medley

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1855
...litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. A MEDLEY. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. r m. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

Silver Pictures

Julia Russell McMasters - 1856 - 64 oldal
...in caress, Thou holy Harmlessness ! And watch beside thee till the night grows pale. CRADLE SONG. " Sweet and low, sweet and low, . Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." Soft and bright, soft and bright, Droop on her golden head, Bright, bright, pale moonlight ! Droop...

Silver Pictures

Julia Russell McMasters - 1856 - 64 oldal
...while my pretty one, sleeps. " Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Best, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." Soft and bright, soft and bright, Droop on her golden head, Bright, bright, pale moonlight ! Droop...

Sir Walter Raleigh and His Time, with Other Papers

Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 461 oldal
...low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. . At the next interval is the wonderful bugle-song, the idea of which is that of twin-labour and twin-fame,...




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