 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 Household Book of Poetry - 114. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1882 - 862 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...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,...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... | |
 | American Academy of Arts and Sciences - 1893 - 482 oldal
...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,...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 196 oldal
...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 one,...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. MOKN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 oldal
...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,...one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TENNYSON, THE MARINER. YE winds that sweep the grove's green tops And kiss the mountains hoar, O softly stir... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 oldal
...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,...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, O softly... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 326 oldal
...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,...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... | |
 | Julia Russell McMasters - 1856 - 92 oldal
...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,...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... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 474 oldal
...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 one,...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,... | |
 | John Hoskyns Abrahall - 1863 - 140 oldal
...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...west, Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one ! sleo.p, my pretty one ! sleep. Uxor eosspectans. DULCIS et lenis, maris occidentis ! Dulcis et lenis,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 oldal
...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,...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... | |
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