 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
 | 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 - English poetry - 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,... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - Literature - 1898 - 548 pages
...moment, with his wings I feel him tickling my heart-strings. TO LHH, SIX YEARS OLD, 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... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - Literature - 1899 - 546 pages
...moment, with his wings I feel him tickling my heart-strings. TO LHH, SIX YEARS OLD, 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... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - Authors, English - 1903 - 636 pages
...are three of the five stanzas to Thornton Hunt : — TO T** L*« H"* SIX YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS Sleep breathes at last from out thee My little, patient Boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths oft" the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish, with sudden... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1903 - 888 pages
...And pilgrims, chanting in the morning sun. (From A'fMttW. To TI H . six years old, during a Sickness. 's mystery Swift to be hurl'd — Any where, any nn the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish, with sudden... | |
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