...one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon : Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee...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...

...while my pretty one, sleeps. " Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee...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...

...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...

...young ladies; and we almost feel, with the Lady Blanche, that the gentlemen have no business there. ' Morn, in the white wake of the morning star, Came furrowing all the orient into gold,—' when Melissa meets the three intruders, and tells them that her mother, a very duenna, has also detected...

...young ladies; and we almost feel, with the Lady Blanche, that the gentlemen have no business there. ' Morn, in the white wake of the morning star, Came furrowing all the orient into gold, — ' when Melissa meets the three intruders, and tells them that her mother, a very duenna, has also...

...one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee...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,...

...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...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...

...one, while my pretty one sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father 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,...

...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. ra. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

...one, deeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest. Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother'e breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." What a pictorial wealth he has lavished on his poetry ! A perfect gallery of pictures might be collected...