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• The Happy Hour

  The Busy day is over,
  The household work is done;
  The cares that fret the morning …

  Mary Frances Butts

• Japanese Lullaby

  Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,—
  Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes;
  Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging— …

  Eugene Field

• Philip, My King

  “Who bears upon his baby brow the round
  And top of sovereignty.”
  Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act IV. Sc. 1. …

  Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

• Baby May

  Cheeks as soft as July peaches;
  Lips whose dewy scarlet teaches
  Poppies paleness; round large eyes …

  William Cox Bennett

• Little Feet

  Two little feet, so small that both may nestle
  In one caressing hand,—
  Two tender feet upon the untried border …

  Elizabeth Akers Allen

• Baby Louise

  I ’m in love with you, Baby Louise!
  With your silken hair, and your soft blue eyes,
  And the dreamy wisdom that in them lies, …

  Margaret Winship Eytinge

• Silent Baby

  The Baby sits in her cradle,
  Watching the world go round,
  Enrapt in a mystical silence, …

  Ellen Bartlett Currier

• The Household Sovereign

  From “The Hanging of the Crane”
  SEATED I see the two again,
  But not alone; they entertain …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• On the Picture of an Infant

  From the Greek by Samuel Rogers
  Playing near a Precipice
  WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels, …

  Leonidas of Alexandria

• The Mother’s Sacrifice

  The Cold winds swept the mountain’s height,
  And pathless was the dreary wild,
  And mid the cheerless hours of night …

  Seba Smith

• Mother and Child

  The Wind blew wide the casement, and within—
  It was the loveliest picture!—a sweet child
  Lay in its mother’s arms, and drew its life, …

  William Gilmore Simms

• Children

  Children are what the mothers are.
  No fondest father’s fondest care
  Can fashion so the infant heart …

  Walter Savage Landor

• Polly

  Brown eyes,
  Straight nose;
  Dirt pies, …

  William Brighty Rands

• To my Infant Son

  THOU happy, happy elf!
  (But stop, first let me kiss away that tear,)
  Thou tiny image of myself! …

  Thomas Hood

• Willie Winkie

  Wee Willie WINKIE rins through the town,
  Up stairs and doon stairs, in his nicht-gown,
  Tirlin’ at the window, cryin’ at the lock, …

  William Miller

• To J. H.

  Four Years Old:—A Nursery Song
  … “Pien d’ amori,
  Pien di canti, e pien di fiori.”—FRUGONI. …

  Leigh Hunt

• Seven Times Four

  Maternity
  HEIGH-HO! daisies and buttercups,
  Fair yellow daffodils, stately and tall! …

  Jean Ingelow

• The Mother’s Hope

  Is there, when the winds are singing
  In the happy summer-time,—
  When the raptured air is ringing …

  Laman Blanchard

• Bedtime

  ’t Is bedtime; say your hymn, and bid “Good-night;
  God bless Mamma, Papa, and dear ones all.”
  Your half-shut eyes beneath your eyelids fall, …

  Francis, Earl of Rosslyn

• To Hartley Coleridge

  Six Years Old
  O THOU whose fancies from afar are brought;
  Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel, …

  William Wordsworth

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