 | Thomas Campbell - 1800 - 168 страници
...drown'd, Thy midnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground ! Ceafe, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, 375 But leave — oh ! leave — the light of Hope behind...What though my winged hours of blifs have been, Like angel-vifits, few, and far between ! Her mufing mood fhall every pang appeafe, And charm — when pleafures... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1801 - 212 страници
...midnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground ! Ceafe, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, 375 But leave—oh ! leave the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of blifs have been, Like angel-vifits, few, and far between ! Her muling mood fhall every pang appeafe,. And charm—when pleasures... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1803 - 162 страници
...midnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave—oh! leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been 8 Like angel-visits, few, and far between! Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1804 - 144 страници
...Friendship paid, in speechless sor drown' d, Thy jnidnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave. ...oh...light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between ! Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1804 - 182 страници
...midnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground I Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave....oh ! leave. ...the light of Hope 'behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel- visits, few, and for between I Her musing mood shall every pang appease... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1806 - 220 страници
...Friendship paid, in speechless sorrow drown' d, ,pl iy midnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh...light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between ! Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 176 страници
...midnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave—oh ! leave, the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between! Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | John Ovington - 1813 - 168 страници
...waiting all the days of my appointed. time, till my change come/ * Cease, every joy, to glimmer on ray mind, But leave — oh ! leave, the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between ? Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1817 - 166 страници
...Friendship paid, in speechless sorrow dro wn'd, Thy midnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh...light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel- visits, few and far between, Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Alexander Balfour, Campbell (fict. name.) - 1819 - 972 страници
...horses, and returned home. CHAPTER XLIII. " Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave— O, leave the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between ! Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
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Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh ! leave the light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between... 
