 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 Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century - 154 psl.1905Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me: While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to...silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty cue, sleep, [From The Princess.] ASK ME NO MOKE. ASK me no more: the moon may draw the sea; The cloud... | |
 | American Academy of Arts and Sciences - 1893 - 482 psl.
...the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me : While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. " Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to...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... | |
 | 1853 - 842 psl.
...to lliee soon, Rest, rest on mothers breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to hi» babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west, Under the silver moon, Sleep my little one, «Itep my pretty one, sleep. Everybody who has read the Pickwick Papers (and \vho has not r) must remember... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 196 psl.
...the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to...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 - 422 psl.
...the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me : While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Best, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 psl.
...from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to...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,... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 psl.
...from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to...will come to thee soon, Father will come to his babe in»the nest : Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep,... | |
 | 1853 - 800 psl.
...blow, Blow him again to me, While my pretty one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, pleep nnd rest, Father will come to thee soon, Rest, rest on mother's breast, Father will cnme to thee soon; Fnther will come In his babe in the nest, Stiver sails all out of the west, 1853.]... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1853 - 468 psl.
...the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; B«st, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1854 - 216 psl.
...while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Best, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and... | |
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