...— see, I am swinging Swinging the nest where my darling lies. Eugene Fitld THE COTTAGER'S LULLABY 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?...

...lies. Eugene Field THE COTTAGER'S LULLABY THE days are 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 thou?...

...the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; .,1 i • All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love! f The kitten sleeps upon the hearth; The crickets long have ceased their mirth; There 's nothing stirring...

...Suggested to her while beside my sleeping children, THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north-wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast;...merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty JLove! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets long have ceased their mirth; There 's nothing...

...moss wrong frost cloth moth soft throng cross thong cough trough gloss tongs gone dross lacross. 1. "The days are cold, the nights are long, The north wind sings a doleful song." . . . 2. James has gone to look for the lost prong. 3. Moths often spoil woolen cloth. 4. While in...

...mother; these Dorothy crossed out in her notebook. TO MY NIECE DOROTHY, A SLEEPLESS BABY The days arc cold; the nights are long. The north wind sings a...song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things arc now at rest Save thce my pretty love! The kitten sleeps upon the hearth; The crickets long have...

...chaos came. LESSON XX. THE COTTAGES TO HER INFANT. Wordmorth. [An example of softened and tender tone.] 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...

...sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee every where. THE COTTAGEE'S INFANT. " The days are cold, the nights are long, The north...my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thce, my pretty love ! " Nay, start not at that sparkling light ; 'Tis but tho moon that shines so...

...THE COMMONWEALTH OF ENGLAKD. He was addressed by the title of Hiyhness. THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT. THE days are cold, the nights are long, The north...doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry tilings are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love I The kitten sleeps upon the hearth, The crickets...