 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...chair; Yet, when my eyes, now dim With tears, 1 turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there. I walk my parlor floor, And, through the open door,...; And then bethink me that — he is not there: I thread the crowded street, A satchelled lad I meet. With the same beaming eyes and colored hair: And,... | |
 | C. Palfrey - 1840 - 754 страници
...vanishes—he is not there ! I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a foot-fall on his chamber stair ; I'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call; And then bethink me that—he is not there ! I thread the crowded street:— A satchell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 страници
...eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there ! I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair; I 'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call; And then bethink me that — he is not there... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 страници
...eyes, now dim With tears I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there f I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall...; And then bethink me that — he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satchel'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colour'd hair ;... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 страници
...fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study chair; Yet, when my eyes, now dim I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall...; And then bethink me that— he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satchell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colour'd hair :... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 страници
...eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there ! I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall...; And then bethink me that — he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satcheled lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and coloured hair ;... | |
 | 1844 - 398 страници
...eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there ! I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall...; And then bethink me that — he is not there ! I thread the crowded street; A satchel'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and coloured hair ; And,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 188 страници
...eyes, now dim with tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there! I walk my parlour floor, and, through the open door, I hear a footfall...; And then bethink me that — he is not there ! I thrid the crowded street, a satchell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colour'd hair: And,... | |
 | John Keese - 1844 - 140 страници
...chair; Yet, when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, • The vision vanishes— he ia not there I I walk my parlor floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair; I 'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call, And then bethink me that — he is not there... | |
 | 1844 - 298 страници
...chair; Yet, when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there ! I walk my parlor floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair ; I 'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there... | |
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I CANNOT make him dead ! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study chair; Yet, when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there! 
