Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.
Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,
Under fern-boughs green and high;
And the western breeze
To the forest trees
Chants a tuneful lullaby.
Now 'mid shadows deep
Falls blessed sleep,
Like dew from the summer sky;
And the whole earth dreams,
In the moon's soft beams,
While night breathes a lullaby.
Now, birdlings, rest,
In your wind-rocked nest,
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry;
For with folded wings
Little Brier swings,
And singeth your lullaby.
Such hours are beautiful to live, but hard to describe, so I will leave it to the imagination of my readers, merely saying that the house was full of genuine happiness.
Louisa May Alcottridicule is often harder to bear than self-denial.
Louisa May AlcottMots clés patience ridicule self-denial
The humblest tasks get beautified if loving hands do them.
Louisa May AlcottMots clés love beauty work humble tasks
Oh, don't I wish I could manage things for you as I do for my heroines! You're pretty enough and good enough already, so I'd have some rich relation leave you a fortune unexpectedly; then you'd dash out as an heiress, scorn everyone who has slighted you, go abroad, and como home my Lady Something in a blaze of splendor and elegance.
Louisa May Alcottafraid.
Louisa May AlcottI wish wearing flat-irons on our heads would keep us from growing up. But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats, - more's the pity!
Louisa May AlcottMots clés growing-up
Come, Philander, let us be a marching, Every one his true love a searching,"
Would be the most appropriate motto for this chapter, because, intimidated by the threats, denunciations, and complaints showered upon me in consequence of taking the liberty to end a certain story as I liked, I now yield to the amiable desire of giving satisfaction, and, at the risk of outraging all the unities, intend to pair off everybody I can lay my hands on.
Mots clés louisa-may-alcott an-old-fashioned-girl pairing
That was all I wanted!" whispered Polly, in a tone which caused him to feel that the race of angels was not entirely extinct.
Louisa May AlcottMots clés angels louisa-may-alcott chapter-19 an-old-fashioned-girl
Don't cry so bitterly, but remember this day, and resolve with all your soul that you will never know another like it.
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