 I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like...  Poems ... - Страница 4по Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1854Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1840 - 326 страници
...might. Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold...from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Tho« layest thy finger on the lips of care, And they complain no more. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes-like... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1840 - 182 страници
...might, Stoop o'er me from above ; // The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold,...peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows. x3 O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 страници
...might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold...peace flows there — From those deep cisterns flows. О holy Night ! from thce I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1842 - 642 страници
...might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold,...poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight a!r My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows tl:ere, — From those deep cisterns... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 198 страници
...verses from ever being a true refreshment to ourselves. He says in one of his most graceful verses : From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit...peace flows there, From those deep cisterns flows. Now this is just what we cannot get from Mr. Longfellow. No solitude of the mind reveals to us the... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 380 страници
...verses from ever being a true refreshment to ourselves. He says in one of his most graceful verses : From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit...peace flows there, From those deep cisterns flows. Now this is just what we cannot get from Mr. Longfellow. No solitude of the mind reveals to us the... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 страници
...strain. He makes us feel that there are " Voices of the Night" which cheer, elevate, and console : 0 holy night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layout thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Then the forms of the departed Enter... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 страници
...might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold...drank repose ; . The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,0 holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 384 страници
...Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm majestic presence of the night, As of the one I love ! * * * " O, holy night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has done before ; Thou layest thy finger on the lips of care, And they complain no more !" criminate use... | |
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