 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 Modern Student's Book of English Literature - Σελίδα 611των Harry Morgan Ayres, Frederick Morgan Padelford - 1924 - 898 σελίδεςΠλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
 | American Academy of Arts and Sciences - 1893 - 482 σελίδες
...Princess," which derives no interest from narrative, but appeals simply to the ear and the poetic sense : " Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." From the lyrics we pass to an even more important part of Tennyson's work, to what our fathers might... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 196 σελίδες
...low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. MOKN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 204 σελίδες
...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 of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. MOKS in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 σελίδες
...that grows precious in burning, — Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame ! MOORE. SONG. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TBNNYSOJT. THE MARINER. YE winds that sweep the grove's green tops And kiss the mountains hoar,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1855 - 326 σελίδες
...silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. HI. MOKN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and... | |
 | Julia Russell McMasters - 1856 - 92 σελίδες
...in caress, Thou holy Harmlessness ! And watch beside thee till the night grows pale. CRADLE SONG. " Sweet and low, sweet and low, . Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." Soft and bright, soft and bright, Droop on her golden head, Bright, bright, pale moonlight ! Droop... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 474 σελίδες
...low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. . At the next interval is the wonderful bugle-song, the idea of which is that of twin-labour and twin-fame,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 398 σελίδες
...silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1866 - 206 σελίδες
...for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blo»', Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. f MORN in the white wake of the morning star / Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1866 - 222 σελίδες
...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... | |
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