 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 Gentleman's Magazine - Page 2881844Full view - About this book
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...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 me down, and think Of all...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... | |
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 | 1821 - 702 pages
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 | 1826 - 240 pages
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 | Moral and sacred poetry - 1829 - 326 pages
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 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1830 - 516 pages
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 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1832 - 438 pages
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