 And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand...  The Bowdoin Poets - Página 140por Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 188 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 páginas
...lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall ; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1839 - 614 páginas
...onca and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with ue on earth no more ! And with them the Being beauteous,...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | 1839 - 584 páginas
...suffering boru, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Reing beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward froin the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended.... | |
 | 1840 - 424 páginas
...lighted, And, like shadows grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall ; " Then the forms of the departed Enter at the...sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. " Uttered not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 páginas
...the young and strong, who cherish'd Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perish'd, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones...sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 588 páginas
...holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, — 268 Longfellow's Voices of the Night. [Jan. Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with...sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. " Uttered not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 696 páginas
...perish'd, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones, and weakly, Who the cross of suffering wore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. UtlerM not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 páginas
...Who the cross of suffering wore, Folded iheir pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no morel And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1840 - 182 páginas
...suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with thenj the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given,...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 688 páginas
...beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaveu. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended,... | |
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