...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...

...silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world. m. I MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing...and each by other drest with care Descended to the court that lay three parts In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touch'd Above the darkness from their...

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

...silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. HI. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing...and each by other drest with care Descended to the court that lay three parts In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touched Above the darkness from their...

...silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. ra. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing...and each by other drest with care Descended to the court that lay three parts In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touched Above the darkness from their...

...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...and each by other drest with care Descended to the court that lay three parts In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touched Above the darkness from their...

...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 ; Best, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee...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...