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" Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. I fill... "
The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century - Страница 23
1830 - 360 страници
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The North American Review, Том 21

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1825
...her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's but hers. I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,...

The London Magazine, Том 4

1826
...her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's but hers. I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,...

The New-York Review, and Atheneum Magazine, Том 2

William Cullen Bryant, Robert Charles Sands, Henry J. Anderson - 1826
...her so very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh will not be life's but hers. " I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon; Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829
...mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,...

Flora's Interpreter, Or The American Book of Flowers and Sentiments

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1832 - 223 страници
...Cnstata. en Of various colors. MY COMPLIMENTS. The various Iris Juno sends with haste. Ovid. SENTIMENT. To whom the better elements and kindly stars have...that like the air 'tis less of earth than heaven. Affections are as thoughts to her, the measure of her hours, Her feelings have the fragrancy, . the...

The Laurel: a Gift for All Seasons: Being a Collection of Poems

1836 - 252 страници
...mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,...

Flora's Dictionary

Elizabeth Washington Wirt - 1837 - 220 страници
...made up of loveliness — TEBESTtNG. A woiimn of her gentle sex, the seeming paragon ; To whom the elements, and kindly stars have given A form so fair,...that like the air, 'tis less of earth than heaven EC Pinckney. Hers ls the enchantment which the heart confers ; A mouth sweet from its smiles, a glancing...

Flora's Interpreter: Or, The American Book of Flowers and Sentiments

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1838 - 262 страници
...Europe, and Xorth MY COMPLIMESTS. The various Iris Juno sends with baste. SENTIMENT. I send this flower to one made up Of loveliness alone; A woman of her...stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 'T is less of earth than heaven. Affections are as thoughts to her, The measure of her hours ; Her...

The Poets of America, Том 1

John Keese - 1840 - 320 страници
...mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,...

The Poets of America, Том 1

John Keese - 1840 - 284 страници
...mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon — Her health ! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry,...




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