Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 3, by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Baby, baby sweet Last Line: Sleep will come apace. Subject(s): Blake, William (1757-1827) | ||||||||
Baby, baby sweet, Love's own lips are meet Scarce to kiss your feet. Hardly love's own ear, When your laugh crows clear, Quite deserves to hear. Hardly love's own wile, Though it please awhile, Quite deserves your smile. Baby full of grace, Bless us yet a space: Sleep will come apace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOVEMBER 23, 1989; AFTER BLAKE by NORMAN DUBIE IN THE OCTAGONAL ROOM by ANSELM HOLLO ARTIFACT: FIRST OF ALL, SEA; AND HALF OF THE SEA IS TRUTH, HALF WIND by ELENI SIKELIANOS TWO DICTA OF WILLIAM BLAKE: VARIATIONS by ROBERT DUNCAN A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |
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