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... star that God has placed Above the manger in the east ; Sing of the glories of the night , The virgin's sweet humility , The Babe with kingly robes bedight , Sing to all men where'er they be This Christmas morn ; For Christ is born ...
... star that God has placed Above the manger in the east ; Sing of the glories of the night , The virgin's sweet humility , The Babe with kingly robes bedight , Sing to all men where'er they be This Christmas morn ; For Christ is born ...
Page 112
... star that brightly beamed , By all the heavenly signs that be , We know that Israel is redeemed ; That on this morn The Christ is born That saveth you and saveth me ! Sing , O my heart ! Sing thou in rapture this dear morn Whereon the ...
... star that brightly beamed , By all the heavenly signs that be , We know that Israel is redeemed ; That on this morn The Christ is born That saveth you and saveth me ! Sing , O my heart ! Sing thou in rapture this dear morn Whereon the ...
Page 113
... star , - Silvery star with a tinkling song ; - To the soft dew falling I hear it calling – Calling and tinkling the night along . - In through the window a moonbeam comes , Little gold moonbeam with misty wings ; All silently creeping ...
... star , - Silvery star with a tinkling song ; - To the soft dew falling I hear it calling – Calling and tinkling the night along . - In through the window a moonbeam comes , Little gold moonbeam with misty wings ; All silently creeping ...
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... stars did sing , And angels came to bless ye name Of Jesus Chryst , oure Kyng . God rest you , Chrysten gentil men , Faring where'er you may ; In noblesse court do thou no sport , In tournament no playe , In paynim lands hold thou thy ...
... stars did sing , And angels came to bless ye name Of Jesus Chryst , oure Kyng . God rest you , Chrysten gentil men , Faring where'er you may ; In noblesse court do thou no sport , In tournament no playe , In paynim lands hold thou thy ...
Page 125
... Now you go rockaby ever so far , Rockaby , rockaby , up to the star - That's winkin ' an ' blinkin ' an ' singin ' to you As you go balow , my wee , wee croodlin doo ! THE " HAPPY ISLES " OF HORACE . OH , LITTLE CROODLIN DOO . 125.
... Now you go rockaby ever so far , Rockaby , rockaby , up to the star - That's winkin ' an ' blinkin ' an ' singin ' to you As you go balow , my wee , wee croodlin doo ! THE " HAPPY ISLES " OF HORACE . OH , LITTLE CROODLIN DOO . 125.
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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.