 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. Thy sidelong pillowed...  The Eclectic Review - Page 53edited by - 1842Full view - About this book
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 pages
...daughter see This picture, once, resembled thec. AMBROSE PHILIPS. TO TLH Six YKARS OLD, DUKINO A SICKNE&S. thce Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pages
...patient boy ; And balmy rest about theo Smooths off the day's auuoy. I sit mo down and think Of ¡ill er rest is on a thought, Conscious of doing what I ought. Pleasure. If thon be'st Tho sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1883 - 544 pages
...praises — the truest and the most precious that can be given. TO TLH, SIS TEAKS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient...sudden shrink That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanka to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and weakness Of fancied faults afraid... | |
 | 1818 - 586 pages
...age of six years during a sickness ; and must come home, we think, to the feelings of every father. ' Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient...sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy side-long pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1883 - 346 pages
...they bore ; Marian, — who makes my heart and very rhymes run o'er. TO TLH 8IX YUM OLD, WRlsa A rC SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient...wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. * Pershore, or Pearshnre, on the Avon ; «O named probably from its abundance of pears. 134 TO TLH... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 pages
...had blessed, And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. 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... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1886 - 454 pages
...Hunt nnd William Hazlitt. I wish you would read Mr, H.'s lines. — The first stanza runs thua :— " Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient...think Of all thy winning ways, Yet almost wish, with sndden shrink, That I had less to praise." I stood weU with him for fifteen years. — The precise... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1889 - 586 pages
...SIX. (.817.) SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient boy; And balmy rest about theo Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think...all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink;That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1889 - 592 pages
...SIX. (1817.) SLKEP breathes at lust from out thee, My little, patient boy; And balmy rest about theo Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think...all thy winning ways; Yet almost wish, with sudden shrinkThat I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1889 - 590 pages
...; Marianne, — who makes my heart and very rhymes run o'er. TO THORNTON HUNT, ^ETAT. SIX. (1817.) SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient boy ; And balmy rest about theo Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish,... | |
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