 SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave...  Recitations for infant schools - Page 45by Wilhelmina Lydia Rooper - 1884Full view - About this book
 | Miriam Blanton Huber, Herbert Bascom Bruner, Charles Madison Curry - American poetry - 1926 - 168 pages
...laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,...cannot go to sleep; Besides in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep." "Well, well, go and play till the light fades... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - English poetry - 1926 - 744 pages
...laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. ' Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,...cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover'd with sheep.' 622 ' Well, well, go and play till the light... | |
 | Mary Mapes Dodge - Children's literature - 1920 - 580 pages
...laughing is heard on the hill. My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of the night arise." Felicia gave up the struggle with her grief. Leaving the door of Applegale Farm wide,... | |
 | David Daiches - English literature - 1969 - 356 pages
...whisp'rings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring and your day are wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise. Blake's own ideas... | |
 | William Blake - Art - 1984 - 52 pages
...whisprings are in the dale. The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind. My face turns green and pale. Then come home my children. the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise Your spring & your day. are wasted in play And your winter and night in disguise. О Rose thou art... | |
 | Dylan Thomas - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 332 pages
...And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,...cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all covered with sheep.' 'Well, well, go and play, till the light fades... | |
 | Philip Smith - Juvenile Fiction - 1992 - 100 pages
...laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. "Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down....cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover 'd with sheep." "Well, well, go & play till the light fades... | |
 | William Blake - Poetry - 1993 - 206 pages
...whisp'rings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring & your day are wasted in play, And your winter and night in disguise. Canzone della GOVERNANTE... | |
 | William Blake - Poetry - 1995 - 200 pages
...And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. «Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down...cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly And the hills are all cover'd with sheep». «Well, well, go & play till the light fades... | |
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