Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 6Sylvester, Charles Herbert
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Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 6
Sylvester, Charles Herbert
Children's literature; Literature -- Collections
[120-2] A lea is a grassy field or meadow.
[120-3] _Nae_ means _no_.
[120-4] _Pittance_ means _small earnings_.
[120-5] _Nae_ is _not_.
[120-6] _Mither_ is the Scotch form of _mother_.
[120-7] _Bonnie_ means _pretty_.
[120-8] _Since come autumn_; that is, it will be nine years next autumn.
[120-9] _Cam'_ is a contraction of _came_.
[120-10] _Sodger's_ is _soldier's_.
[120-11] _Puir_ is the Scotch spelling of _poor_.
[120-12] _Sair_ is _sore_, that is, _sadly_.
[120-13] _Gane_ means _gone_.
[121-14] _Her lane_ means _by herself_.
[121-15] _Wha_ is Scotch for _who_.
[121-16] _Frae_ means _from_.
[121-17] _Cauld_ is the Scotch form of _cold_.
[121-18] _Siller_ means _silver money_, or simply _money_.
[121-19] _Ilk_ means _every_.
[121-20] _Baith_ is Scotch for _both_.
[121-21] _Daut_ means _pet_.
[121-22] _Braw_ means _fine_, or _gay_.
[121-23] _Leddies_ is the Scotch form of _ladies_.
[121-24] _Bit_ means _little_.
BOYHOOD
_By_ WASHINGTON ALLSTON
Ah, then how sweetly closed those crowded days!
The minutes parting one by one like rays,
That fade upon a summer's eve.
But O, what charm or magic numbers
Can give me back the gentle slumbers
Those weary, happy days did leave?
When by my bed I saw my mother kneel,
And with her blessing took her nightly kiss;
Whatever Time destroys, he cannot this;--
E'en now that nameless kiss I feel.
SWEET AND LOW
NOTE.--In Tennyson's long poem _The Princess_ is a little lullaby
so wonderfully sweet that all who have read it wish to read it
again. It is one that we all love, no matter whether we are little
children and hear it sung to us or are older children and look back
to the evenings when we listened to mother's loving voice as she
led us gently into the land of dreams while she watched patiently
for father's return.
Here are the stanzas which are usually known by the name _Sweet and
Low_:
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
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