 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...  Primary Education - 第 472 頁1918完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | William Wordsworth - 1828 - 372 頁
...COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY A FEMALE FRIEND. THE days arc cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song; Then hush Again upon my breast;...hearth. The crickets long have ceased their mirth; There 's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thouT... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1833 - 286 頁
...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, The north...hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth; There 's nothing stirring in the house, Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 頁
...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...hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There 's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou... | |
 | 1845 - 398 頁
...seven miles. The mode by which this is effected remains a curious secret." THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north...merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty babe! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There's nothing... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 頁
...XXV. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY MY BISTER. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast...rest, Save thee, my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps npon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth ; There 's nothing stirring in Ule house... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1846 - 292 頁
...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, The north...hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth There 's nothing stirring in the house, Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busv thou... | |
 | John Lauris Blake - 1846 - 296 頁
...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, The north...things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love! Nay! start not at that sparkling light; 'T is but the moon that shines so bright On the window-pane... | |
 | William [poetical works] Wordsworth - 1849 - 394 頁
...may end ; I have no other earthly friend ! 1804. Ifil xxm THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. BY MY SISTER. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-...upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirtli ; There's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy... | |
 | William Ewart - 1849 - 94 頁
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 頁
...COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. •V MY ЯШГВН. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song ; Then hush again upon my breast...my pretty Love ! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, There 's nothing stirring in the house Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse, Then why so busy thou... | |
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