 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 pàgines
...friend ! I804. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY MY SISTER. THE days are cold, the nights are long, Tbc north-wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again...hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There 's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 pàgines
...woes may end ; I have no other earthly friend ! 1804. XXV. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY MY BISTER. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind...rest, Save thee, my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps npon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There 's nothing stirring in Ule house... | |
 | 1845 - 398 pàgines
...curious secret." THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast;...merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty babe! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1846 - 292 pàgines
...AND FIFTY-FIFTH. The Cottager and her Infant. The days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast;...hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth There 's nothing stirring in the house, Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busv thou... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1846 - 296 pàgines
...AND FIFTY-FIFTH. The Cottager and her Infant. The days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast;...things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love! Nay! start not at that sparkling light; 'T is but the moon that shines so bright On the window-pane... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 pàgines
...woes may end ; I пате no other earthly friend ! THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. •V MY ЯШГВН. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind...my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, There 's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1849 - 394 pàgines
...xxm THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY MY SISTER. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north- wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast...upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirtli ; There's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy... | |
 | William Ewart - 1849 - 94 pàgines
...COTTAGER TO HER CHILD. [WILLIAM WORDSWORTH]• 1. The days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast,...things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love ! 2. The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 pàgines
...tidings that my woes may end ; I have no other earthly friend ! THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY MY SISTER. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind...house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why BO busy thou 1 Nay! start not at that sparkling light; "!' is but the moon that shines so bright On... | |
 | Samuel Prout Newcombe - 1851 - 416 pàgines
...title of Hiyhness. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast;...wee, hungry, nibbling mouse ,' Then why so busy thou 7 Nay, start not at that sparkly light ; 'Tis but the moon that shines so bright On the window-pane... | |
| |
THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY A FEMALE FRIEND. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth,... 
