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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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Sir Walter Raleigh and His Time, with Other Papers

Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 506 oldal
...the western sen! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him aguin to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps....; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come U> thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails nil out of the west Under the...

The princess

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1860 - 208 oldal
...solemn psalms, and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. TIT. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

Poetry for School and Home, from the best authors. Edited by T. Shorter

Thomas SHORTER - 1861 - 226 oldal
...one, 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 36. LUCY GKAY. OPT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break...

The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate, Etc: Two Volumes in One

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 oldal
...from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. HI. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

Verselets, Latin and English

John Hoskyns Abrahall - 1863 - 140 oldal
...fluitque ; Multaque huic mira specie profundis Gemma quiescit. The Expecting Wife. Alfred Tennt/son. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...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,...

Poems: In Two Volumes, 2. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 468 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. in. MORN in the white wake of the mornmg star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson: Poet Laureate, Etc ..., 1. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 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 m. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

The princess. With illustr. from drawings by D. Maclise

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - 222 oldal
...of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from tlie dying moon, and blow. Blow him apain to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one,...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. I1T. MORN in tho white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

Poems of Alfred Tennyson

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 734 oldal
...the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleep". Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. in. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

Poems, 1. kötet

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1868 - 456 oldal
...solemn psalms, and silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. 33° III. TV /T ORN in the white wake of the morning star i'-l Came furrowing all the orient into gold....




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