...low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me: While my little one,...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...

...low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me : While my little one,...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...

...breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one,...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...

...breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go ; Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one,...one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TENNYSON, THE MARINER. YE winds that sweep the grove's green tops And kiss the mountains hoar, O softly stir...

...breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go ; Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one,...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, O softly...

...low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one,...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. HI. MOKN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

...low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me, While my little one,...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." Soft and bright, soft and bright, Droop on her golden head, Bright, bright, pale moonlight ! Droop...

...breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dropping moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one,...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. . At the next interval is the wonderful bugle-song, the idea of which is that of twin-labour and twin-fame,...

...breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go ; Come from the dying moon ; and blow ; Blow him again to me : While my little...west, Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one ! sleo.p, my pretty one ! sleep. Uxor eosspectans. DULCIS et lenis, maris occidentis ! Dulcis et lenis,...

...low, breathe and blow. Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one,...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...