Of a water that flows, With a
lullaby sound, From a spring but a very few Feet under ground -- From a cavern not very far Down under ground.
Now, for prudent, most wise, and economic reasons, the blacksmith's shop was in the basement of his dwelling, but with a separate entrance to it; so that always had the young and loving healthy wife listened with no unhappy nervousness, but with vigorous pleasure, to the stout ringing of her young-armed old husband's hammer; whose reverberations, muffled by passing through the floors and walls, came up to her, not unsweetly, in her nursery; and so, to stout Labor's iron
lullaby, the blacksmith's infants were rocked to slumber.
He closed his eyes, half asleep, for the sun had been hot and the murmurs of the sea below was almost like a
lullaby. As he lay there a man's voice from the path reached him.
My
lullaby, for years past, has been the moaning of the great North Sea, under my window.
It was a lovely afternoon; the leaves from the lofty limes were falling silently across the sombre evergreens, while the lights and shadows slept side by side: there was no sound but the cawing of the rooks, which to the accustomed ear is a
lullaby, or that last solemn
lullaby, a dirge.
'Smooth her hair--lend her your nightcap--and sing her a soothing
lullaby.'
`Oh, don't bother ME,' said the Duchess; `I never could abide figures!' And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of
lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake at the end of every line:
And when it was over, Juliet thought no more of the Cornish sea and the
lullaby of the waves.
They find him sitting by the cradle singing a
lullaby to the new-born baby, while Gill lies in bed groaning and pretending to be very ill.
He heard in one room a tittering and incontinent, slack laughter; in others the monologue of a scold, the rattling of dice, a
lullaby, and one crying dully; above him a banjo tinkled with spirit.
The same lulling sounds acted as a
lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
But now sleep and get strong again; I will sing you a
lullaby.' And the Emperor fell into a deep, calm sleep as she sang.