Eliot, Samuel, 1821-1898 · Boston : [J. Wilson & Son, University Press] · leaf 209
heard the hen say. I heard her say, The sun never did shine On anything like to these chickens of mine ! You may hunt the full moon and the stars, if you please, But you never will find ten such chickens as these ; My dear downy darlings, my sweet little things, Come, nestle now cosily under my… … THE ANGELS WHISPER. A baby was sleeping, its mother was weeping, For her husband was far on the wild, raging sea;And the tempest was swelling round the fishermansdwelling,And she cried, • Dermot, darling, oh! come back tome. THE ANGELS WHISPER. IJl Her beads while she numbered, the baby still…
Children's poetry
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