...wonder why they came : but hark, the bell (bell rings) For vespers : let us go. [Exeunt. INTERLUDE I. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ACT II. SCENE I. — THE COURT OF THE PRINCESS'S PALACE. Columns, and urns of flowers. Statues of Muses...

...beauty is borne — Now joy to the house of fair Ellen of Lorn ! Thomas Campbell. 168* SWEET AND LOW. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfred Tennyson. * 169* EACH AND ALL. Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from...

...wonder why they came : but hark, the bell (bell rings) For vespers : let us go. [Exeunt. INTERLUDE I. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ACT II. SCENE I. — THE COURT OF THE PRINCESS'S PALACE. Columns, and urns of flowers. Statues of Muses...

...wonder why they came : but hark, the bell (bell rings) For vespers : let us go. \_Exeunt. INTERLUDE I. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ACT II. SCENE I. — THE COURT OF THE PRINCESS'S PALACE. Columns, and urns of flowers. Statues of Muses...

...low, sweet and low. Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea 1 Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon,...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

...the western sea ; Low, low, breathe and blow — Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling wnters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow — Blow him...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep." There was a moment's silence when the clear, low tones ceased, and then the applause began. Suoh a...

...silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labors for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. MORN 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 rnoon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one,...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. ALFRED TENNYSON. <ri)ooomg a Xante. I HAVE got a new-born sister : I was nigh the first that kissed...

...sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; Whilt my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps, Sleep...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. FATHER WILL COME TO HIS BABE IN THE NEST. A1 LILIAN. IRY, fairy Lilian, Flitting, fairy Lilian, When...

...the little grave, We kiss'd again with tears. SWEET AND LOW, SWEET AND LOW. [The Princess, Part II.] SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. THE BUGLE SONG. [The Princess, Part IIL] THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story...