...sorrows oppressed, Seeks in slumber an instant His grievings to rest ; He slumbers, he slumbers, Oh, hush, then, and keep Your branches all still, My babe...blasts wheel about him, A rigorous storm, And ye see ho\v, in vain, I would shelter his form. Holy angels and blest, As above me ye sweep, Hold these branches...

...sorrows oppressed1, Seeks in slumber an instant His grievings to rest; He slumbers, he slumbers, Oh, hush, then, and keep Your branches all still, My babe...sweep, Hold these branches at rest, My babe is asleep ! " Lope lived a life of gallantry, and troubled his wife's last years by his intrigue with Maria de...

...oppressed, Seeks in slumber an instant His grieving to rest ; He slumbers, — he slumbers, — Oh hush, then, and keep Your branches all still, —...Hold these branches at rest, — My babe is asleep ! ' ' What did he whisper to this living child as she parted from him ? " Heard melodies are sweet;...

...Seeks in slumber an instant His grieving to rest ; He slumbers, — he slumbers, — ill ff Oh Kush, then, and keep Your branches all still, — My babe...Hold these branches at rest, — My babe is asleep ! " What did he whisper to this living child as she parted from him ? " Heard melodies are sweet; but...

...their branches at rest, For my babe is asleep. And ye Bethlehem palm-trees, As stormy winds rush 149 In tempest and fury, Your angry noise hush ; Move...and keep Your branches all still, My babe is asleep !"« Apart from such modern revivals of the Christmas drama as Mr. Laurence Housman's " Bethlehem,"...

...sorrows oppressed, Seeks slumber an instant His grievings to rest; He slumbers,—He slumbers,— Oh, hush, then, and keep Your branches all still,— My Babe is asleep. The best of Lope's prose works is the Dorotea, ostensibly a play in five acts but really a novel in...

...in slumber an instant His grievings to rest ; He slumbers, he slumbers, 0 hush then, and keep Tour branches all still, — My babe is asleep. Cold blasts...about him, A rigorous storm, And ye see how, in vain, 1 would shelter his form ; Holy angels and blest, As above me ye sweep, Hold these branches at rest,...

...sorrows oppressed, Seeks in slumber an instant His grievings to rest; He slumbers, he slumbers, Oh, hush, then, and keep Your branches all still, ... My babe is asleep I LOPE THE PRIEST 249 Cold blasts "wheel about him, A rigorous storm, And ye see hoiv, in vain, I would...

...veces el ángel me decía: Alma, asómate agora a la ventana, Verás con cuanto amor llamar porfía! My babe all divine, With earth's sorrows oppressed,...Hold these branches at rest, — My babe is asleep ! GEORGE TICKNOR TOMORROW Lord, what am I, that with unceasing care Thou did'st seek after me, that...