 | 1869 - 158 pages
...and a real holiday can never be made out of a day got by playing truant. THE COTTAGER TO HEB INT ANT. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1871 - 622 pages
...congregation sing A Christian psalm for thee. XVL THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY A FEMALE FRIEND. * TH K days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind...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 - Superexlibris - 1871 - 630 pages
...1804. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. DY MY SISTER. THE days arc cold, the nights arc long, The north-wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast ; All merry •things arc now at rest, Save thce, my pretty Love I The kitten sleeps upon the hearth. The crickets long have... | |
 | 1872 - 692 pages
...There's nae luck at a' ; There's nae luck about the house When our gudemau's awa'. MICKLE. to hcv E days are cold, the nights are long, The north- wind...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... | |
 | Society for promoting Christian knowledge - 1872 - 200 pages
...signal of good-luck, to their great monarch. POETRY. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. THE days are cold and nights are long, The north wind sings a doleful song...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 [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1872 - 584 pages
...woes mayend ; I have no other earthly friend. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY A FEMALE FR1EN&." . ,' THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind sings a doleful song; Then hush agam upon my breast; All rherry thiVigsare .now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love ! The kitten sleeps... | |
 | 1872 - 406 pages
...Composed expressly for 'Тнв CHILDREN'S PRIZE.' ». rjg-fg-^-^, ь— Н a ' _ i — * Д 1 _ '~5-¿I The days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind sings a dole - ful F-*-n=J-^Tj »-?=*" » ^^=4 pong; Then hush a - gain up - on . my breast, Ail mer - ry things... | |
 | Philip George and son, ltd - 1874 - 168 pages
...all." 55. -THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. / dole-ful stir-ring spark-ling -fn-a hearth nib-bling crick-eta The days are cold, the nights are long, The north...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... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1880 - 676 pages
...that my woes may end ; 1 haye no other earthly friend. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY A FEMALE FRIEND. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north...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... | |
 | New national reading books - 1880 - 120 pages
...for-get cun-ning child-ren hab-its self-ish prop-er bet-ter THE COTTAGE MOTHER. 45 THE COTTAGE MOTHER. 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... | |
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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... 
