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" 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 326
1818
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 страници
...Brought us in their white laps down, 'twixt their golden pinions. TO A CHILD, DURING SICKNESS. SLBEP 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...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 страници
...DUR1NG S1CKNESS. SLEKP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient hoy ; And halmy rest ahout thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and...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...

Temptation; or, A wife's perils [by C.L. Gascoigne].

Caroline Leigh Gascoigne - 1839 - 920 страници
...! Dtvtrtui. —Sleep breathes at last from out thee, And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the days annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways, Vet almost wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Hood. NOTWITHSTANDING Dr. Kerrison's...

Selections from the British Poets, Том 2

1840 - 378 страници
...first laugh'd from out thy joyous bowers ! LEIGH HUNT. TO HIS SON, 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...

Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1842 - 480 страници
...Sing him in glory to the sea. From The Nymplu. TO T»* L»* H»», MX YEARS OLD, DUEING 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;...

The Eclectic Review, Том 12; Том 76

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1842 - 782 страници
...Had he always written thus, he would deservedly have ranked in the very first class of modern poets. 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;...

The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th]

1842 - 740 страници
...YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; Aud baliny rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit...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;...

The Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt: Containing Many Pieces Now First Collected

Leigh Hunt - 1844 - 314 страници
...they bore ; Marian,—who makes my heart and very rhymes - TO TLH SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A BICKNX86. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient...wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. > Perabore, or real-shore, on the Avon; 80 named probably from its abundance of pean. Thy sidelong...

The Gentleman's Magazine, Томове 176–177

1844 - 792 страници
...bore, Marian, who makes my heart and very rhymes run o'er. To TLH SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient boy, And balmy rest about thee Smoothes off the day's annoy : I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways, Yet almost wish, with...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 страници
...the wish'd-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl into the TO A CHILD, DURING SICKNESS. ' 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...




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