Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath, Or speed with song and wine each d… Still, still your doom is death.

Hush, little one, and fold your ha… The sun hath set, the moon is high… The sea is singing to the sands, And wakeful posies are beguiled By many a fairy lullaby:

'T is spring! The boats bound to… The breezes, loitering kindly over The fields, again bring herds and… The grateful cheer of honeyed clov… Now Venus hither leads her train;

The wind comes whispering to me of… Of redwing blackbirds chattering b… It brings me soothing fancies of t… And I hear the thrush’s evening s… So I fall to thinking tenderly of…

I looked in the brook and saw a fa… Heigh-ho, but a child was I! There were rushes and willows in t… And they clutched at the brook as… And the brook it ran its own sweet…

When baby wakes of mornings, Then it’s wake, ye people all! For another day Of song and play Has come at our darling’s call!

Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling floo… Bespeak the birth of spring, Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart

The mill goes toiling slowly aroun… With steady and solemn creak, And my little one hears in the kin… The voice of the old mill speak. While round and round those big wh…

Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; And heresies called fashions

I cannot eat my porridge, I weary of my play; No longer can I sleep at night, No longer romp by day! Though forty pounds was once my we…

The angel host that sped last nigh… Bearing the wondrous news afar, Came in their ever-glorious flight Unto a slumbering little star. ‘Awake and sing, O star!’ they cr…

My garden aboundeth in pleasant no… And fragrance is over it all; For sweet is the smell of my old,… In their places against the wall. Here is a folio that’s grim with a…

Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly—… Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his shad… Through the moonlight that floats… For it’s only at night, when the s…

O fountain of Blandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I’ll p… The sacrifice I owe; A sportive kid with budding horns

Who should come up the road one da… But the doctor-man in his two-whee… And he whoaed his horse and he cri… I have brought you folks a bow-leg… Such a cute little boy!