 O! wakened but to sleep, Whence it can wake no more! A thousand and a thousand silken leaves The tufted beech unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, All of the selfsame shape: A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each year sends forth,...  Phantasmion - Page 141by Sara Coleridge Coleridge - 1837 - 387 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Sara Coleridge Coleridge - 1837 - 400 pages
...fate. , Ere those dear eyes had open'd on the light, In vain to plead, thy coming life was sold, 0 ! wakened but to sleep, Whence it can wake no more !...hath e'er conceived What love that face will bring. O sleep, my babe, nor heed how mourns the gale To part with thy soft locks and fragrant breath. As... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1840 - 650 pages
...leaves The tufted beech unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, All of the self-same shape : A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each...forth, yet every mother views Her last, not least, belov'd Like its dear self alone. No musing mind hath ever yet foreshaped The face to-morrow's sun... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1840 - 660 pages
...infant faces, soft and sweet, Each year sends forth, yet every mother views Her last, not least, belov'd Like its dear self alone. No musing mind hath ever...to-morrow's sun shall first reveal, No heart hath e'er conceiv'd What love that face will bring. O sleep, my babe ! nor heed how mourns the gale To part with... | |
 | George Washington Bethune - 1848 - 526 pages
...leaves The tufted beach unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, All of the self-same shape : A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each...hath e'er conceived What love that face will bring. O sleep, my babe ! nor heed how mourns the gale To part with thy soft locks and fragrant breath, As... | |
 | George Washington Bethune - 1848 - 520 pages
...and a thousand silken leaves The tufted beach unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each year...hath e'er conceived What love that face will bring. O sleep, my babe ! nor heed how mourns the gale To part with thy soft locks and fragrant breath, As... | |
 | Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1901 - 1204 pages
...leaves The tufted beech unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, All of the self-same shape: A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each...hath e'er conceived What love that face will bring. O sleep, my babe, nor heed how mourns the gale To part with thy soft locks and fragrant breath, As... | |
 | Leonard Southerden Wood - 1921 - 396 pages
...leaves The tufted beech unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, All of the self-same shape : A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each...hath e'er conceived What love that face will bring. O sleep, my babe, nor heed how mourns the gale To part with thy soft locks and fragrant breath, As... | |
 | Sir John Collings Squire - 1921 - 232 pages
...leaves The tufted beech unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, All of the self-same shape ; A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each...Her last not least beloved Like its dear self alone. Its musing mind hath ever yet foreshaped The face to-morrow's sun shall first reveal, No heart hath... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1840 - 650 pages
...leaves The tufted beech unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, All of the self-same shape : A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each...forth, yet every mother views Her last, not least, belov'd Like its dear self alone. No musing mind hath ever yet foreshaped The face to-morrow's sun... | |
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