 | James Montgomery - 1821 - 294 páginas
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; I perish ; — Oh, my Mother Earth... | |
 | Jane Taylor, Isaac Taylor - 1825 - 236 páginas
...and cresses of life, for a temper weaned from the world. I could, indeed, sometimes say— ' I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil.' And I have felt too those lines — ' The bitter tear — the arduous struggle ceases here — ' The... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 páginas
...sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen ! — I will... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1825 - 232 páginas
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rosa. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless heJ From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; 1 perish... | |
 | 1826 - 590 páginas
...No more disturbs their deep repose. Than Summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil — To slumber in that dreamiest bed From all my toil. Whate'er 1hy lot — whoe'er Ihou be, Confess thy folly, kiss the rod,... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1827 - 404 páginas
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil, For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; I perish ; — O my Mother Earth !... | |
 | 1827 - 396 páginas
...and crosses of life, for a temper weaned from the world. 1 could, indeed, sometimes sing: " I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil!' And I have felt too these lines : "The bitter tear— the arduous struggle ceases here— The doubt,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...winter-sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish; O my Mother Earth! Take home... | |
 | 1828 - 398 páginas
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer ev'ning's latest sigh, That shuts the rose, I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave, that never spnke before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen! — I will speak... | |
 | 1828 - 198 páginas
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. SI long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. 4 The grave, that never spoke before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen ! I will speak... | |
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There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. 
