Library of the World's Best Literature: Ancient and Modern, Volume 40Charles Dudley Warner International Society, 1896 |
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Page 16336
... rise and fall of mother's bosom ' tis sleep has bound you , And oh , my child , what cosier nest for rosier rest could love have found you ? Sleep , baby dear , Sleep without fear : Mother's two arms are clasped around you . ALFRED ...
... rise and fall of mother's bosom ' tis sleep has bound you , And oh , my child , what cosier nest for rosier rest could love have found you ? Sleep , baby dear , Sleep without fear : Mother's two arms are clasped around you . ALFRED ...
Page 16355
... Rising majestic o'er each earthly thing , And I a lake that round thy feet do cling , Kissing thy garment's hem , unknown , unseen . I tremble when the tempests darkly screen Thy face from mine . I smile when sunbeams fling Their bright ...
... Rising majestic o'er each earthly thing , And I a lake that round thy feet do cling , Kissing thy garment's hem , unknown , unseen . I tremble when the tempests darkly screen Thy face from mine . I smile when sunbeams fling Their bright ...
Page 16356
... rising o'er Petersham Hill ; And with Love like a rose in the stern of the wherry , There's danger in crossing to Twickenham Town . THEOPHILE MARZIALS . DOLLIE HE sports a witching gown , With a ruffle up and down SHE On the skirt ; She ...
... rising o'er Petersham Hill ; And with Love like a rose in the stern of the wherry , There's danger in crossing to Twickenham Town . THEOPHILE MARZIALS . DOLLIE HE sports a witching gown , With a ruffle up and down SHE On the skirt ; She ...
Page 16362
... rise . Brave prick - song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings , — The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark ! with what a pretty throat Poor Robin Redbreast ...
... rise . Brave prick - song ! who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gates she claps her wings , — The morn not waking till she sings . Hark , hark ! with what a pretty throat Poor Robin Redbreast ...
Page 16363
Ancient and Modern Charles Dudley Warner. SONG TO GABRIELLE M ORNING bright , Rise to sight , — Glad am I thy face to see : One I love , All above , Has a ruddy cheek like thee . Fainter far Roses are , Though with morning dew - drops ...
Ancient and Modern Charles Dudley Warner. SONG TO GABRIELLE M ORNING bright , Rise to sight , — Glad am I thy face to see : One I love , All above , Has a ruddy cheek like thee . Fainter far Roses are , Though with morning dew - drops ...
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