INDEXES

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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A month, sweet little ones, is past

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A Stranger, to His own

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A Widow, - she had only one!

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Age cannot wither her whom not gray hairs 161
Ah! bless'd are they for whom, 'mid all

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As a fond mother, when the day is o'er

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As doth his heart who travels far from home . . 158
As Joseph was a-waukin'

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Auld Daddy Darkness creeps frae his hole 102
Baby, baby, ope your eye

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Before I knew the love of man

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Brightly for him the future smiled

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Brook, of the listening grass .

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Children are what the mothers are

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Cling to thy mother; for she was the first

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Dead! One of them shot by the sea in the east 33
Departed Child! I could forget thee once

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“Do you go to Norton, mamma, this next week?” 138
Ere last year's morn had left the sky.

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Ere the moon begins to rise :-

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Every week of every season out of English ports go
forth

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He brought a Lily white .

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He came all so still

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He sang so wildly, did the Boy

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Heigh Ho! daisies and buttercups

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“Ho, Sailor of the sea!”

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Home they brought her warrior dead

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“How many miles to Baby-Land?”

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Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky

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Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber

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I have two sons, wife

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I love it! I love it! and who shall dare

150
I see your face as on that calmer day
I thought it was the little bed

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I wadna gi'e my ain wife

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I write. My mother was a Florentine

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Index of First Lines

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If I were hanged on the highest hill

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Is the noise of grief in the palace over the river 79
It was her first sweet child, her heart's delight

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It was the winter wild

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Just when each bud was big with bloom

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Little baby, lay your
head

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Long, long before the Babe could speak

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Lord, I am weeping. As Thou wilt, O Lord

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Love thy mother, little one!

136
Mary!

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Mother of Christ long slain, forth glided she 65
Mother wept, and father sigh'd

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Mother! whose virgin bosom was uncrost

158
My heart is like a fountain true

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My little dear, so fast asleep

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My mother bore me in the southern wild

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My mother's hands are cool and fair

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My own mamma!

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“Now I lay me down to sleep"

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O, Hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight . 106
O Mother-My-Love, if you'll give me your hand . 169
O that those lips had language! Life has passed 44
O when the half-light weaves
Oft in the after days, when thou and I

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Oh, to come home once more, when the dusk is fall-

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Safe sleeping on its mother's breast

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Say, did his sisters wonder what could Joseph see 83
Sea-Birds are asleep

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She seemed an angel to our infant eyes!

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She walks — the lady of my delight

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She was a phantom of delight

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She was as good as goodness is

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Sleep, Baby, sleep!

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Sleep, little baby of mine

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Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings

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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright

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So fair, so dear, so warm upon my bosom . 111
So; it is nightfall then

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Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome 161
Still farther would I fly, my child

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Sweet and low, sweet and low

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Ring-Ting! I wish I were a Primrose

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The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht

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The dark-fringed eyelids slowly close

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The days are cold, the nights are long

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The old face of the mother of many children . . 177
The wind blew wide the casement, and within 121
There sitteth a dove, so fair and white

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They sin who tell us love can die

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They tell us of an Indian tree

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There was a gather'd stillness in the room . 160
There's a song in the air!

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This book is all that's left me now,

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This, then, is she

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Thou that once, on mother's knee

86
'T is bedtime; say your hymn, and bid “Good-
night”

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Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee 104
What is the little one thinking about?

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What is the pretty little thing

141
What is the road to slumber-land and when does the
baby go?

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Whene'er there comes a little child
White little hands!

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Who fed me from her gentle breast

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Within the crib that stands beside my bed 122
Woman! the Power who left his throne on high. 159
Would you know the baby's skies?

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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

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Ye Spartan mothers, gentle ones

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