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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUNGARIAN FOLK LULLABY, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "hush, my darling, hush, my darling" Last Line: Happy may thy lot be then! | |||
Hush, my darling; hush, my darling; Hark, thy mother sings a lay; She, who bore thee; she, who clasps thee, Her only joy, that takes her many griefs away! Soon thou wilt grow and leave thy mother's roof; Soon thou to manhood wilt attain. Happy may thy lot be then! Happy may thy lot be then! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest..."'TIS MIDNIGHT, AND THE SETTING SUN" by ANONYMOUS "'TWAS ROLLOG, AND THE MINIM POTES" by ANONYMOUS 1648 : FOR COSSACKS by ANONYMOUS A CHERRY YEAR / A MERRY YEAR by ANONYMOUS A COMET FROM THE RHYMERS' CLUB AFAR by ANONYMOUS "A FOX, A FOX, UP GALLANTS TO THE FIELDS" by ANONYMOUS A HORSE AND A FLEA AND THREE BLIND MICE by ANONYMOUS "A LAIRD, A LORD / A COOPER, A THIEF" by ANONYMOUS A LITTLE COCK SPARROW SAT ON A GREEN TREE by ANONYMOUS |
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