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
| Samuel Drew - 1821 - 664 pages
...breathes at last from out tliee. My litüe patient boy: And balmy rest about thee Smooths ofl'lhe tlav's annoy. I sit me down and think Of all thy winning...had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillow'd meekness, Thv thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and weakness. Of fancied faults afraid j The little tender... | |
| William Conant Church - 1867 - 1078 pages
...handmaiden, Philip, my king I Hear Leigh Hunt by his boy's couch of illness : Thy sidelong, pillowed meekness. Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and meekness, Of fancied faults afraid ; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears ; These,... | |
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