...rest, Father will come to thee soon : Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails...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...

...rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails...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...

...to lliee soon, Rest, rest on mothers breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to hi» babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west, Under the silver moon, Sleep my little one, «Itep my pretty one, sleep. Everybody who has read the Pickwick Papers (and \vho has not r) must remember...

...rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails...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...

...rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the uest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. MOBN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

...rest, Father will come to thee soon ; B«st, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails...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...

...rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon, Father will come to his babe in the nest : Silver...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TENNYSON, THE MARINER. YE winds that sweep the grove's green tops And kiss the mountains hoar,...

...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...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TENNYSON. THE MARINER. YE winds that sweep the grove's green tops And kiss the mountains hoar,...

...rest. Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother'e breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails...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...

...rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails...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...