 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, my pretty one, sleep. Morn in the white wake of the morning...  The Princess: A Medley - Side 51av Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1848 - 168 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
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...all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Ill MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing...touch'd Above the darkness from their native East. There while we stood beside the fount, and watch'd Or seem'd to watch the dancing bubble, approach'd... | |
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