Hakutulokset

TIME TO RISE

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A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon the window sill,
Cocked his shining eye and said:
“Ain’t you ’shamed, you sleepy-head!”
 

RAIN

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The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
 

Good And Bad Children

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Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle

THE LOOK OF DEATH IS BOTH SEVERE AND MILD

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The look of Death is both severe and mild,
And all the words of Death are grave and sweet

Winter-Time

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Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head

In Port

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Last, to the chamber where I lie
My fearful footsteps patter nigh,
And come out from the cold and gloom
Into my warm and cheerful room.
 
There, safe arrived, we turn about
To keep the coming shadows out,
And close the happy door at last
On all the perils that we past.
 
Then, when mamma goes by to bed,
She shall come in with tip-toe tread,
And see me lying warm and fast
And in the land of Nod at last.
 

Night and Day

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When the golden day is done,
Through the closing portal,
Child and garden, Flower and sun,
Vanish all things mortal.
 
As the blinding shadows fall
As the rays diminish,
Under evening's cloak they all
Roll away and vanish.
 
Garden darkened, daisy shut,
Child in bed, they slumber--
Glow-worm in the hallway rut,
Mice among the lumber.
 
In the darkness houses shine,
Parents move the candles

Let Beauty Awake

Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams,
Beauty awake from rest!
Let Beauty awake
For Beauty's sake
In the hour when the birds awake in the brake
And the stars are bright in the west!
 
Let Beauty awake in the eve from the slumber of day,
Awake in the crimson eve!
In the day's dusk end
When the shades ascend,
Let her wake to the kiss of a tender friend
To render again and receive!
 

The Land of Nod

From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
 
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
 
The strangest things are these for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
 
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.