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 - Page 3261818Full view - About this book
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...wish'd-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl into the bay. 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 fancied faults afraid... | |
| Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 pages
...pearl guitar." So the little poem to one of his young children during illness, is a gem of its kind : " Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient...wish with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise." Tho piece being addressed to a boy six years old, should of c.ourse be simply expressed ; and I have... | |
| Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 pages
...pearl guitar." So the little poem to one of his young children during illness, is a gem of its kind : " Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient...the day's annoy, I sit me down and think Of all thy \vinnins; ways ; Yet almost wish with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise." The piece being addressed... | |
| 1848 - 154 pages
...Of cherubim and seraphim, oh, think Your babe is there ! MRS. SIGOURNEY. TO A CHILD DURING 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... | |
| William Russell, John Goldsbury - 1845 - 302 pages
...that night, in the arms of his mother and brother. EXERCISE LXXIV. TO A SICK CHILD. — Leigh Hunt. Sleep breathes, at last, from out thee, My little patient boy ! And balmy rest about thce Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish,... | |
| Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 pages
...SICKNESS. Sleep breathes at last from ont thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest abont thee Smoothes off the day's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish, with sndden shrink, That I had less to praise. Sorrows, I've had severe ones, I will not think of now ;... | |
| Hannah Flagg Gould - 1851 - 300 pages
...time, Where nor fears nor hopes intrude, Lost in pure beatitude ! ANONYMOUS. TO A SICK CHILD. HOPE breathes at last from out thee, My little patient...annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways ; And almost wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong, pillowed meekness,... | |
| Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pages
...dominions, Brought us in their white laps down, 'twrxt their golden pinions. To a Child, during Sickness. Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little ,...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;... | |
| Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 pages
...praises — the truest and the most precious that can be given. TO TLH, SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient...meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain aurl weakness Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears, These,... | |
| 1855 - 424 pages
...do a great deal of good at once, will seldom do any good at all. 236 THE PROMISE AND THE FULFILMENT. Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy, And balmy rest about thee Smoothes off the day's annoy.— LEIGH HI:XT. How quietly he sleeps, said Mrs. B., half aloud, as she... | |
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