Echoes of Infant VoicesW. Crosby and H. P. Nichols, 1849 - 144 páginas |
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... dead hours , the sighs without relief , * Her last words , uttered but a few moments before her death , were , " I want to go home . " The lingering nights , the thoughts of pleasure past , 31 On the Death of a Daughter Joseph Story.
... dead hours , the sighs without relief , * Her last words , uttered but a few moments before her death , were , " I want to go home . " The lingering nights , the thoughts of pleasure past , 31 On the Death of a Daughter Joseph Story.
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M. A. H.. The lingering nights , the thoughts of pleasure past , Memory , that wounds and darkens to the last . How desolate the space , how deep the line , That part our hopes , our fates , our paths from thine ! We tread with faltering ...
M. A. H.. The lingering nights , the thoughts of pleasure past , Memory , that wounds and darkens to the last . How desolate the space , how deep the line , That part our hopes , our fates , our paths from thine ! We tread with faltering ...
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... on ; But the deep - eyed boy is gone . On that shaded day , Dark with more clouds than tempests are , When thou didst yield thy innocent breath , In birdlike heavings , unto death , Night came , and Nature had not thee ; I 40 THRENODY .
... on ; But the deep - eyed boy is gone . On that shaded day , Dark with more clouds than tempests are , When thou didst yield thy innocent breath , In birdlike heavings , unto death , Night came , and Nature had not thee ; I 40 THRENODY .
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M. A. H.. Night came , and Nature had not thee ; I said , " We are mates in misery . " The morrow dawned with needless glow ; Each snowbird chirped , each fowl must crow ; Each tramper started ; but the feet Of the most beautiful and ...
M. A. H.. Night came , and Nature had not thee ; I said , " We are mates in misery . " The morrow dawned with needless glow ; Each snowbird chirped , each fowl must crow ; Each tramper started ; but the feet Of the most beautiful and ...
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... And the glittering star of night , Hath thy loved one , in life's pure spring , From thy fond embraces riven , Been borne away on an angel's wing , To dwell in the light of heaven . CASA WAPPY . * AND hast thou sought thy heavenly.
... And the glittering star of night , Hath thy loved one , in life's pure spring , From thy fond embraces riven , Been borne away on an angel's wing , To dwell in the light of heaven . CASA WAPPY . * AND hast thou sought thy heavenly.
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angel ANGEL OF DEATH art thou babe beams beauty behold bird blessed blest bliss bloom blossoms fall breast breath bright brow calm Casa Wappy charm cheek cherub child child Jesus clouds cold crown dark darling dead dear death deep doth dust dwell dying E'en earth earthly face fair farewell Fate feel flowers fond gazed gentle gone grace grave grief happy spirit hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope infant kiss knew life's light lips look lost mirth morning morning-glory mother mourn ne'er never Nevermore night numbered o'er pale passed prayer pure Reaper rest rill riven round seraph silent sinless sleep slumber smile song sorrow star stern word sweet tears tell tender thee thine eye thou art thou didst thou wert thought thy soul thy spirit unto voice watched weary Willie Wilt thou wind windflower wing YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Página 142 - She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule.
Página 9 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Página 142 - There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.
Página 141 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair...
Página 125 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Página 92 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Página 10 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Página 130 - Oh, should my gentle child be spared to manhood's years like me, A holier and a wiser man I trust that he will be ; And when I look into his eyes, and stroke his thoughtful brow, I dare not think what I should feel, were I to lose him now.
Página 93 - Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours.
Página 49 - Up to his style, and manners of the sky. Not of adamant and gold Built he heaven stark and cold ; ; No, but a nest of bending reeds, Flowering grass and scented weeds , \ Or like a traveller's fleeing tent, Or bow above the tempest bent ; Built of tears and sacred flames, And virtue reaching to its aims; Built of furtherance and pursuing, Not of spent deeds, but of doing.