 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. vol. 1-New [8th] - الصفحة 601842عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Leigh Hunt - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 304
...YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient Boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit...sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 648
...Years old ; during a Sickness. 1 Sleep breathes at last from out thee My little, patient Boy; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit...wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. 1 Thy side-long pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 574
...last from out thee, My little patient boy, And balmy rest about thee Smooths on' the day's annoy, lût I sit me down and think Of all thy winning ways, Yet almost wish, wilh sudden shrink, That I bad less to praise. Thy side-long pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that... | |
 | عدد الصفحات: 664
...OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. " Sleep breathes at last from out thee,. My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit...Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart in pain and weakness,Of fancied faults afraid; The little tender hand That wipes thy quiet tears, These, these... | |
 | 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 702
...YEARS OLD, DURING A SICENESS. " Sleep breathes at last from oat thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit...think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost wish with sadden shrink That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillow'd meekness, thy thanks to all that aid,... | |
 | 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...SICKNESS. SLEBP breathes at last from nut thep, My little, patient Boy ; And balmy rest about thcp Smooth* off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all...sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thv heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...from out thee, My little, patient Boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I set me down, and think Of all thy winning ways ; Yet almost...sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid Thy heart in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid... | |
 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - عدد الصفحات: 326
...ahout thee, Smooths off the day's aanoy. I sit me down and titink Of all thy wianing ways; Yet almust wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy side-long pillowed meekneee, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied fanlte afraid;... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...YEARS OLD, DURING SICKNESS. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit...sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks Lo all that aid, Thy heart, in pnin and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 448
...YEARS OLD, DURING A SICKNESS. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little, patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit...sudden shrink, That I had less to praise. Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid... | |
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