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... And hosts of heaven , together rest , Bend over thee , their last , their best . Hush , little darling ; from the deep Some mighty wing shall fan thy sleep . HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFford . THE NEW ARRIVAL . THERE came to port last Sunday 3.
... And hosts of heaven , together rest , Bend over thee , their last , their best . Hush , little darling ; from the deep Some mighty wing shall fan thy sleep . HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFford . THE NEW ARRIVAL . THERE came to port last Sunday 3.
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... deep , On they come , on they come ! Brother seeks the lazy sheep , But baby sleeps at home . Hush ! the rain sweeps o'er the knowes , Where they roam , where they roam : Sister goes to seek the cows ; But baby sleeps at home ...
... deep , On they come , on they come ! Brother seeks the lazy sheep , But baby sleeps at home . Hush ! the rain sweeps o'er the knowes , Where they roam , where they roam : Sister goes to seek the cows ; But baby sleeps at home ...
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... deep and white . Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl , And the poorest twig on the elm - tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl . From sheds new - roofed with Carrara Came Chanticleer's muffled crow ; The stiff ...
... deep and white . Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl , And the poorest twig on the elm - tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl . From sheds new - roofed with Carrara Came Chanticleer's muffled crow ; The stiff ...
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... deep - plunged woe . And again to the child I whispered , 66 ' The snow that husheth all , Darling , the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then , with eyes that saw not , I kissed her ; And she , kissing back , could not know ...
... deep - plunged woe . And again to the child I whispered , 66 ' The snow that husheth all , Darling , the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then , with eyes that saw not , I kissed her ; And she , kissing back , could not know ...
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... deep and capacious and wide ; Yet the Gulf Stream that flows through its borders Seems always to stand at flood - tide ! And the garments lie heaped on each other : I look at them often and sigh ; Shall I ever be able to grapple With a ...
... deep and capacious and wide ; Yet the Gulf Stream that flows through its borders Seems always to stand at flood - tide ! And the garments lie heaped on each other : I look at them often and sigh ; Shall I ever be able to grapple With a ...
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angels ANONYMOUS babe bends over thee BOWEN-MERRILL COMPANY breast bright By-o li'l Byo baby boy child Child-Song CLINTON SCOLLARD CRADLE SONG Daisies darling dear little deep dream earth ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Eugene Field eyes face father Five Little Pigs fold gentle hair head hear heart heaven Hush J. G. HOLLAND Jack Frost JAMES RUSSEll Lowell JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY kiss laddie laugh light lips List of Authors little bird Little brown baby little Dandelion little hands Little white Lily looked LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON lullaby mammy Mammy's li'l MARGARET moon morning Mother-Song never night NORMAN GALE o'er oh bye papoose Poems Raggedy rest RICHARD LE GALLIENNE Rock rock-a-bye Rockaby round SANGSTER shine shoo sing sleep slumber smiled snow soft soul stars sweet SWING thee low tears tender thine things thou tree voice warm watch weary whispering wind wings
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Page 277 - THE BAREFOOT BOY BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; 291 From my heart I give thee joy, — I was once a barefoot boy!
Page 66 - What the leaves are to the forest, With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
Page 16 - I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,
Page 227 - UP the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men ; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather. Down along the rocky shore Some make their home, They live on crispy pancakes Of yellow tide-foam ; Some in the reeds Of the black mountain-lake, With frogs for their watch-dogs, All night awake.
Page 208 - The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!
Page 93 - 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.
Page 276 - ... like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play. And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
Page 278 - Of the wild-flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood ; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground mole sinks his well ; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
Page 10 - For it was as wavy and golden, And as many changes took, As the shadows of sun-gilt ripples On the yellow bed of a brook. To what can I liken her smiling Upon me, her kneeling lover? How it leaped from her lips to her eyelids, And dimpled her wholly over Till her outstretched hands smiled also, And I almost seemed to see The very heart of her mother Sending sun through her veins to me...
Page 222 - To what warm shelter canst thou fly? I do not fear for thee, though wroth The tempest rushes through the sky: For are we not God's children both, Thou, little sandpiper, and I?