...Princess," which derives no interest from narrative, but appeals simply to the ear and the poetic sense : " Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...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...

...low, 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...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...

...silver litanies, The work of Ida, to call down from Heaven A blessing on her labours for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. MOKS in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

...that grows precious in burning, — Gave out all its sweets to Love's exquisite flame ! MOORE. SONG. SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western...Sleep, 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,...

...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. HI. MOKN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

...in caress, Thou holy Harmlessness ! And watch beside thee till the night grows pale. CRADLE SONG. " Sweet and low, sweet and low, . Wind of the western...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...

...low, 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...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,...

...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 m. MORN in the white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...

...for the world. Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blo»', Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. III. f MORN in the white wake of the morning star / Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose,...

...of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from tlie dying moon, and blow. Blow him apain to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one,...Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. I1T. MORN in tho white wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and...