 | 1821 - 618 oldal
...For younger, blither brows ; Tell me of change and death. C. TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little bahy ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed, Not on thy mother's...with thee. Flee little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers shall blow, The first pure flake of snow Shall fall upon thy... | |
 | 1821 - 818 oldal
...leave the summer rose For younger, blither brows ; Tell me of change and death. C. TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed,...thy rest shall be. Oh ! many a weary wight, Weary ot life and light, Would fain lie down with thee. Flee little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy... | |
 | 1821 - 488 oldal
...perhaps, has few parallels, except in the adventures and vicissitudes of Baron Trenck. TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed, Not on thy mother's breast Henceforth shall b« thy rest, But with the quiet dead. Yes — with the quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be, Oh ! many... | |
 | 1822 - 872 oldal
...ever since he was 13 years of age. POETRY. TO A DYING INFANT. (From BLACKWOOD'S Edinburgh Magazine.) SLEEP, little baby, sleep! Not in thy cradle bed,...a weary wight, Weary of life and light, Would fain He down with thec. Flee, little tender nursling, Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers... | |
 | John Watson DALBY - 1822 - 202 oldal
...rejoice to tell. •• J »•' iv fruit of an UWStrti ILoto. «... With the quiet dead Baby, I hv rest shall be. . , , . Oh ! many a weary wight, Weary...Would fain lie down with thee. Flee, little tender nurseling ! Flee to thy grassy nest ; ' . , ' There the first flowers shall blow, The first pure flake... | |
 | 1823 - 400 oldal
...Highnesses the Duke and Duchess of Clarence, aged two months and twenty-two days. To a DYING INFANT. Sleep, little baby! sleep! Not in thy cradle bed, Not on thy mother's breast Henceforth shall hi' thy rest, But with the quiet dead. Yes — with the quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be. Oh ! many... | |
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1826 - 550 oldal
...before them the following exquisitely touching and beautiful poem : s.. .',-.•. TO A DYING .'"' Steep, little baby! sleep! Not in thy cradle bed, - Not on thy mother's breast i Henceforth shall be thy rest, But with the quiet dead. Yes, with the quiet dead, Baby i thy rest... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 oldal
...sculptured form, Lovely, and pure, and pale, and motionless. Literary Gazette. ISABEL. TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby ! Sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed,...with thee. Flee little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers shall blow, The first pure flake of snow Shall fall upon thy... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 422 oldal
...sculptured form, Lovely and pure, and pale and motionless. Literary Gazette. ISABEL TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby ! Sleep ! Not' in thy cradle bed,...with thee. Flee little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers shall blow, The first pure flake of snow Shall fall upon thy... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 oldal
...sculptured form. Lovely, and pure, and pale, and motionless. Literary Gazette. ISABEL. TO A DVING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby! Sleep! Not in thy cradle bed,...many a weary wight. Weary of life and light, Would lain lie down with thee. Flee little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy nest ; There the first flowers... | |
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TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby ! Sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed, Not on thy mother's breast Henceforth shall be thy rest, But with the quiet dead. Yes — with the quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be ! Oh ! many a weary wight, Weary of life and... 
