| Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1838 - 590 sider
...in thy cradle '*1, Not on thy mutbcr'i breait Henceforth ihallbethlr ml. Rnt with the quiet desd.' YES ! — with the quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be : Oh! many R weary wight, Weary of life nod' light, Would faiu lie dowD with thee. Flee, little tender nursling... | |
| Caroline Anne Southey - 1839 - 256 sider
...Her welcome, whose approaching doom We blindly thought — a foreign tomb ! TO A DYING INFANT. SUEEP, little Baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed, Not on...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... | |
| 1839 - 558 sider
...June 30th, to which day the subsequent statements are made in each fiscal year. TO A DYING INFANT.* Sleep, little Baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed,...quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be. Oh ! many a weary heart, Weary of life's dull part, Would fain lie down with thce. Flee, little tender nursling ! Flee... | |
| 1839 - 546 sider
...June 80th, to which day the subsequent statements are made in each fiscal year. TO A DYING INFANT.' Sleep, little Baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed,...quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be. Oh ! many a weary heart, Weary of life's dull part, Would fain lie down with thee. Flee, little tender nursling ! Flee... | |
| Childhood - 1841 - 384 sider
...misery— My hope in age—my gifted son, Would I had died with thee! TO A DYING INFANT. MISS BOWLES. 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 Peace ! peace! the little... | |
| Francis Parkman - 1842 - 298 sider
...which binds you to the higher distinction of your being. Enfant* SLEEP, little baby! sleep! Not in the cradle bed, Not on thy mother's breast Henceforth shall be thy rest, But with the quiet dead. I *vo seen thee in thy beauty, A thing all health and glee ; But never then wert thou So beautiful... | |
| John Keese - 1844 - 140 sider
...— Gone ere a sin thy life's pure page could blot TO A DYING INFANT. SLBEP, little baby ! sleep 1 Not in thy cradle bed, Not on thy mother's breast...quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be. Oh ! many a weary heart, Weary of life's dull part, Would fain lie down with theo. Flee, little tender nursling! Flee... | |
| 1844 - 298 sider
...Though it be selfish to lament thy lotGone ere a sin thy life's pure page could blot. TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed,...Not on thy mother's breast Henceforth shall be thy real, But with the quiet dead, Yea— with the quiet dead, Baby, thy rest shall be. Oh ! many a weary... | |
| 1845 - 492 sider
...beclouded the vision, Nor suffer'd the loved ones to whisper, "Farewell." DI 323 TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little baby sleep'. Not in thy cradle bed,...mother's breast Henceforth shall be thy rest, But quiet with the dead. Yes! with the quiet dead, Baby thy rest shall be; Oh, many a weary wight, Weary... | |
| Caroline Bowles Southey - 1846 - 176 sider
...bells, Her welcome, whose approaching doom We blindly thought — a foreign tomb ! TO A DYING INFANT. SLEEP, little Baby ! sleep ! Not in thy cradle bed,...Weary of life and light, Would fain lie down with thee I Flee, little tender nursling ! Flee to thy grassy nest — There the first flowers shall blow, The... | |
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