 | ALPHONSO A. HOPKINS - 1876 - 376 sayfa
...that brought me only good. And if, some night, when you sit down to rest, You miss this elbow from your tired knee — This restless, curly head from...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... | |
 | 1872 - 320 sayfa
...night when you sit down to rest, You miss this elbow from your tired knee ; This restless, curling head from off your breast, This lisping tongue that...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... | |
 | 1884 - 794 sayfa
...night when you sit down to rest, You miss this elbow from your tired knee, — This restless curling head from off your breast, — This lisping tongue...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... | |
 | 1873 - 548 sayfa
...some night, when you sit down to rest, You miss the elbow from your tired knee, This restless, curling head, from off your breast, This lisping tongue that...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 sayfa
...night when you sit down to rest, You miss this elbow from your tired knee ; This restless, curling head from off your breast, This lisping tongue that...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 - 308 sayfa
...night when you sit down to rest, You miss this elbow from your tired knee, — This restless curling head from off your breast, — This lisping tongue...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... | |
 | 1878 - 270 sayfa
...your tired knee ; This restless, curling head from off your breast, This lisping tongue that clatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had...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... | |
 | George Melville Baker - 1878 - 122 sayfa
...slips away. And now it seems surpassing strange to me, The little child that brought me only good. If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And...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 - 272 sayfa
...your tired knee ; This restless, curling head from off your breast,, This lisping tongue that clatters constantly ; If from your own the dimpled hands had...ne'er would nestle in your palm again ; If the white reel into their grave had tripped, I could not blame you for your heart-ache then! I wonder so that... | |
 | Alphonso Alva Hopkins - 1879 - 384 sayfa
...only good. And if, some night, when you sit down to rest, You miss this elbow from your tired knee— If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped, And...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... | |
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I wore the badge of motherhood, I did not kiss more oft and tenderly The little child that brought me only good. And if some night when you sit down to rest, You miss... 
