| Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 páginas
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long (o lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the...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 ;— 0 my Mother Earth, Take... | |
| Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 514 páginas
...sky No more disturbe 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 ;— < ) my Mother Earth,... | |
| Jane Taylor - 1831 - 400 páginas
...and crosses 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 doubt,... | |
| Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 378 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 ! — 1 will speak... | |
| Jane Taylor - 1832 - 370 páginas
...and crosses 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... | |
| Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 páginas
...sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh Tlmt&huta the rose. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The Orave, that never spake beforp, Hath found at length a tongue to rhid- ; O listen!—I will speak... | |
| 1834 - 320 páginas
...even proceeded (heaven forgive me !) so far as to add — I long to lay this aching head And throbbing heart beneath the soil — To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. But only let me perceive the remotest chance of such a consummation, and what a revulsion of feeling... | |
| Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - 460 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...the soil ; To slumber in that dreamless bed From all ray toil. The Grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide , O listen ! —... | |
| 1835 - 522 páginas
...even proceeded (heaven forgive me !) so far as to add — 1 long to lay this aching head And throbbing heart beneath the soil — To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. But only let me perceive the remotest chance of such a consummation, and what a revulsion of feeling... | |
| 1836 - 514 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 Ihe wild: I perish ; — О my Mother Earth, Take... | |
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