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... hencefoorth shall be your king , and you shall do my evill strife . Look round about and you shall see sr . Tomas ' young and ffoolish wiffe a comely dame is shee ! " XII . Ye divell had him in his power , MADGE : YE HOYDEN . 13.
... hencefoorth shall be your king , and you shall do my evill strife . Look round about and you shall see sr . Tomas ' young and ffoolish wiffe a comely dame is shee ! " XII . Ye divell had him in his power , MADGE : YE HOYDEN . 13.
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... lollyby ; 99 Sometime , mayhap , with Chrysts love round me streaming , I shall be lulled into eternal dreeming With " lolly , lolly , lollyby . " HORACE AND LYDIA RECONCILED . HORACE . WHEN you were 28 " LOLLYBY , LOLLY , LOLLYBY . "
... lollyby ; 99 Sometime , mayhap , with Chrysts love round me streaming , I shall be lulled into eternal dreeming With " lolly , lolly , lollyby . " HORACE AND LYDIA RECONCILED . HORACE . WHEN you were 28 " LOLLYBY , LOLLY , LOLLYBY . "
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... And that's because they emanate From little Mack . In architecture he is what you'd call a chunky man , As if he'd been constructed on the summer - cottage plan ; He has a nose like Bonaparte ; and round his 36 LITTLE MACK . LITTLE MACK.
... And that's because they emanate From little Mack . In architecture he is what you'd call a chunky man , As if he'd been constructed on the summer - cottage plan ; He has a nose like Bonaparte ; and round his 36 LITTLE MACK . LITTLE MACK.
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Eugene Field. He has a nose like Bonaparte ; and round his mo- bile mouth Lies all the sensuous languor of the children of the South ; His dealings with reporters who affect a weekly bust Have given to his violet eyes a shadow of ...
Eugene Field. He has a nose like Bonaparte ; and round his mo- bile mouth Lies all the sensuous languor of the children of the South ; His dealings with reporters who affect a weekly bust Have given to his violet eyes a shadow of ...
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... round me creep , A childish treble breaks the gloom , And softly from a further room Comes , " Now I lay me down to sleep . " And somehow , with that little prayer And that sweet treble in my ears , My thoughts go back to distant years ...
... round me creep , A childish treble breaks the gloom , And softly from a further room Comes , " Now I lay me down to sleep . " And somehow , with that little prayer And that sweet treble in my ears , My thoughts go back to distant years ...
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Page 128 - WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe — Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!
Page 9 - And don't you make any noise ! " So toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamt of the pretty toys. And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue, — Oh, the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true. Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face. And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, In the dust of that little chair, What has become of our Little...
Page 8 - The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his hands. Time was when the little toy dog was new, And the soldier was passing fair; And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there. "Now, don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!
Page 201 - I love you so! You are too young to know it now — But some time you shall know. Some time, when in a darkened place Where others come to weep, Your eyes shall look upon a face Calm in eternal sleep; The voiceless lips, the wrinkled brow, The patient smile, shall show!
Page 92 - THE sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is the song the storm-king sings, As over the world his cloak he flings : "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;" He rustles his wings and gruffly sings : "Sleep, little one, sleep.
Page 128 - That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod, The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea "Now cast your nets wherever you wish Never afeard are we...
Page 129 - twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, and Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
Page 9 - And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed, He dreamt of the pretty toys; And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue — Oh! the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, Each in the same old place, Awaiting the touch of a little hand, The smile of a little face; And they wonder, as waiting the long years through) In the dust of that little chair, '^ What has become of our Little...
Page 113 - OLEEP, little pigeon, and fold your wings, — Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes ; Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging — Swinging the nest where her little one lies. Away out yonder I see a star, — Silvery star with a tinkling song ; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling — Calling and tinkling the night along.
Page 75 - And to my listening ear this lonely thing Ever a song of ocean seemed to sing — Ever a tale of ocean seemed to tell.