 | Ben Jonson - 1811 - 640 pages
...of Night, Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain*0, Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain. Into this prince gently, oh, gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers like a bride! Vol. Oh, gods sl, gods ! Drink, drink ! colder, colder [heart-strinns ! Than snow on Scythian mountains... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 574 pages
...of Night, Pass by his troubled senses; sins his pain so, Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain. Into this prince gently, oh, gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers like a bride! Vol. Oh, gods 5', gods! Drink, drink! colder, colder [heart-strings ! Than snow on Scythian mountains... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 pages
...son of Night, Pass by his troubled senses: sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain: Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide ; And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride. How earnest and prayer-like are these pauses ! How lightly sprinkled, and yet how deeply settling,... | |
 | William Hone - Almanacs, English - 1832 - 852 pages
...like a cloud, In gentle «bowers ; give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers ; easy, sweet, And, as a purling stream, thou son of night, Pass...kiss him into slumbers like a bride. Beaumont and fleteher'i Valentinian. July 14.' Sun rises — sets Field thistle Marsh thistle Harvest bells Philadelphia:!... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 342 pages
...of Night, Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain : Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride. How earnest and prayer-like are these pauses ! How lightly sprinkled, and yet how deeply settling,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English essays - 1835 - 350 pages
...of Night, Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain : Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride. How earnest and prayer-like are these pauses ! How lightly sprinkled, and yet how deeply settling,... | |
 | Francis Beaumont - 1679 - 502 pages
...of Night, Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain', Like hollow murmuring wind or silver rain ; Into this prince * gently, oh, gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers like a bride ! Vol. Oh, gods, gods ! Drink, drink ! colder, colder Than snow on Scythian mountains ! Oh, my heart-strings... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 540 pages
...of Night, Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain : Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride. How earnest and prayer-like are these pauses ! How lightly sprinkled, and yet how deeply settling,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...night, Pass by his troubled senses :—sing his pain, Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain : Into this prince gently, oh, gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers like a bride ! * " Easy, sweet."—In rhymes like night and sweet, the fine ears of our ancestors discerned a harmony... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 520 pages
...of Night, Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain : Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride. How earnest and prayer-like are these pauses ! How lightly sprinkled, and yet how deeply settling,... | |
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Pass by his troubled senses; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain: Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride. 
