 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 pages
...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 upon my breast...things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There 's nothing stirring... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - History - 1846 - 292 pages
...declining years, and smoothed his passage to the tomb. LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-FIFTH. The Cottager and her Infant. The days are cold, the nights are long,...things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth There 's nothing stirring... | |
 | William Ewart - Dictation (Educational method) - 1849 - 94 pages
...awhile, they glide Into the grave. E 129. — THE COTTAGER TO HER CHILD. [WILLIAM WORDSWORTH]• 1. The days are cold, the nights are long, The north...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... | |
 | Samuel Prout Newcombe - 1851 - 416 pages
...declared Cromwell PROTECTOR OF THE COMMONWEALTH OF ENGLAND. He was addressed by the title of Hiyhness. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. THE days are cold, the...things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing stirring... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1851 - 750 pages
...INFANT. MY MY SISTER. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful eong; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing stirring... | |
 | Robert Connel - 1853 - 210 pages
...glass before its invention ? Can you mention any other important articles that are made of glass ? THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. The days are cold, the...things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth • There 's nothing... | |
 | Poetry book - Children's poetry - 1854 - 152 pages
...indeed, who made each pretty thing : I'm sure we ought to love Him much for bringing back the spring. 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; All merry things are now at rest,... | |
 | Poetry book - Children's poetry - 1854 - 152 pages
...indeed, who made each pretty thing : I'm sure we ought to love Him much for bringing back the spring. 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; All merry things are now at rest,... | |
 | Poetry Book, Poetry book - 1856 - 136 pages
...Tasks or play, Books or toys, Every way, Order keeps this loving girl, With her auburn hair a-curl. 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; All merry things are now at rest,... | |
 | Book - Children's poetry, English - 1858 - 124 pages
...wanderings o'er? O, while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !" Mrt. Hemans. THE MOTHER TO HER INFANT. THE days are cold, the nights are long,...things are now at rest Save thee, my pretty love. The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing stirring... | |
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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, The crickets long have ceased their mirth; There's... 
