 | 1878 - 300 pages
...off your breast, This lisping tongue that chatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again, If the white feet into the grave had tripped — I could not blame you for your heartache then. I wonder that some mothers ever fret At little children... | |
 | ALPHONSO A. HOPKINS - 1876 - 376 pages
...off your breast, This lisping tongue that chatters constantly : If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again : If the white feet into their grave had tripped, I could not blame you for your heart-ache then. I wonder so that mothers ever... | |
 | 1884 - 794 pages
...your breast, — This lisping tongue that chatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white feet into their grave had tripped, I wonder so that mothers ever frot At little children clinging to their gown... | |
 | 1872 - 320 pages
...off your breast, This lisping tongue that chatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white feet into their grave had tripped, I could not blanu! you for your heartache then ! I wonder s , that mother's... | |
 | William Darrah - 1875 - 200 pages
...your breast, — This lisping tongue that chatters constantly ; — If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again, — If the white feet into the grave had tripped ; — I could not blame you for your heart-ache then ! I wonder so that mothers ever fret At little... | |
 | 1873 - 548 pages
...off your breast, This lisping tongue that chatters constantly, — If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white feet into their grave had tripped, — I could not blame you for your heartache then ! I wonder so that mothers... | |
 | John De Fraine - 1877 - 56 pages
...from off your breast, This lisping tongue that chatters constantly; If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white feet into their grave had tripped ; I could not blame you for your heartache then. I wonder so that mothers ever... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1877 - 312 pages
...your breast, — This lisping tongue that chatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white feet into their grave had tripped, I could not blame you for your heartache then, I wonder so that mothers ever... | |
 | George Melville Baker - 1878 - 122 pages
...surpassing strange to me, The little child that brought me only good. If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again; If the white feet into their grave had tripped, — I could not blame you for your heartache then. I wonder so that mothers... | |
 | 1878 - 270 pages
...off your breast, This lisping tongue that clatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white feet into their grave had tripped, I could not blame you for your heart-ache then ! I wonder so that mothers... | |
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This restless, curling head from off your breast, This lisping tongue that chatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white feet into the grave had tripped, I could not blame... 
