 Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways : Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise.  The Quarterly Review - Страница 3261818Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1818 - 574 страници
...husband and her children sleep.' — px Our next extract shall be of a different nature, and one perhaps which will be more generally interesting. It is an...little patient boy, And balmy rest about thee Smooths on' the day's annoy, lût I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways, Yet almost wish, wilh sudden... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - 648 страници
...productions, as the following touching and exquisite stanzas : L** H**, ' Six Years old ; during a Sickness. 1 Sleep breathes at last from out thee My little, patient...wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. 1 Thy side-long pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of... | |
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...affectation, in t lie following tender lines to his little hoy: TO TLH SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. " Sleep breathes at last from out thee,. My little patient...sudden shrink That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillow'd meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and weakness,Of fancied faults afraid;... | |
 | 1821 - 702 страници
...tender lines to his little TO TL II. SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A SICENESS. " Sleep breathes at last from oat thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about...think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish with sadden shrink That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillow'd meekness, thy thanks to all that aid,... | |
 | 1826 - 240 страници
...SICKNESS. SLEBP breathes at last from nut thep, My little, patient Boy ; And balmy rest about thcp Smooth* off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all...sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thv heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...shews the glory of Christianity. N. BRETON, 1616. TO T## L«# H**, SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient...balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I set me down, and think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 страници
...ahout thee, Smooths off the day's aanoy. I sit me down and titink Of all thy wianing ways; Yet almust wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy side-long pillowed meekneee, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied fanlte afraid; The... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 страници
...thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness LEIGH HUNT. TO HIS SON, SIX YEARS OLD, DURING SICKNESS. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little patient...praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks Lo all that aid, Thy heart, in pnin and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1832 - 438 страници
...about its neck." — Life of Apollonius of Tyana, p. 68. TO TLH, SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient...winning ways ; Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink, That [ had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 страници
...dominions, Brought us in their white laps down, 'twixt their golden pinions. TO A CHILD, DURING SICKNESS. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee. My little, patient...sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillow'd meekness, thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of faneied faults afraid... | |
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