A ship that cuts the dashing waves,
And weathers every gale.
What life is like a sailor’s life,
So free, so bold, so brave?
His home the ocean’s wide expanse,
A coral bed his grave.’
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Gayly the wood-birds sing,Flowers are blooming fair.‘But, deep in the dark, cold rock,Sadly I dwell,Longing for thee, dear friend,Lily-Bell! Lily-Bell!’‘Through sunlight and summer airI have sought for thee long,Guided by birds and flowers,And now by thy song.‘Thistledown! Thistledown!O’er hill and dellHither to comfort theeComes Lily-Bell.’
”Y’ are the maiden posies,
To be placedFore damask roses.Yet, though thus respected,By and byYe do lie,Poor girls, neglected.’
‘J’avais une colombe blanche,
Tous deux volaient, de branche en branche,Jusqu’au faîte de mon dongeon:Mais comme un coup de vent d’automne,S’est abattu là, l’épervier,Et ma colombe si mignonneNe revient plus au colombier.’
Little shadows, little shadows
While I sit beside the hearthstoneWhere the red flames rise and fall.Caps and nightgowns, caps and nightgowns,My three antic shadows wear;And no sound they make in playing,For the six small feet are bare.Dancing gayly, dancing gayly,To and fro all together,Like a family of daisiesBlown about in windy weather;Nimble fairies, nimble fairies,Playing pranks in the warm…
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