 tis but the streak Of whirling snow;—the tempest's shriek— No human aid is near; Never again that form will meet Thy clasped embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke ;—away the clouds were chased, The sky was pure and bright,...  The Poets of America - Страница 233под редакцията на - 1842 - 326 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1838 - 716 страници
...whirling snow ;—the tempest's shriek— Does not a figure bound, And a soft voice with wild delight No human aid is near ; Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke ;—away the clouds were... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 282 страници
...swimming sight Does not a figure bound, And a soft voice, with wild delight, Proclaim the lost is found 1 No, hunter, no! 'tis but the streak Of whirling snow—the...human aid is near! Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke;—away the clouds were... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 536 страници
...swimming sight Does not a figure bound, And a soft voice, with wild delight, Proclaim the lost is found 1 No, hunter, no ! 'tis but the streak Of whirling snow—the...aid is near ! Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke ;—away the clouds were... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 284 страници
...swimming sight Does not a figure bound, And a soft voice, with wild delight, Proclaim the lost is found 1 No, hunter, no! 'tis but the streak Of whirling snow—the...human aid is near! Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke;—away the clouds were... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 страници
...swimming sight Does not a figure bound, And a soft voice, with wild delight, Proclaim the lost is found ? No, hunter, no ! 'tis but the streak Of whirling snow—the...aid is near ! Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Mom broke ;—away the clouds were... | |
 | John Keese - 1845 - 338 страници
...delight Proclaim the lost is found 1 No, Hunter, no ! 'tis but the streak Of whirling snow ;—the tempest's shriek— No human aid is near; Never again...embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke;—away the clouds were chased, The sky was pure and bright, And on its blue, the branches traced... | |
 | Alfred Billings Street - 1847 - 330 страници
...wild delight Proclaim the lost is found ? No, Hunter, no ! 'tis but the streak Of snow—'tis but the tempest's shriek— No human aid is near; Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke—away the clouds were chased;... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1848 - 584 страници
...swimming sight Does not a figure bound, And a soft voice, with wild delight, Proclaim the lost is found ? No, hunter, no ! 'tis but the streak Of whirling snow—the...aid is near ! Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace—those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke ;—away the clouds were... | |
 | Alfred Billings Street - 1848 - 334 страници
...delight Proclaim the lost is found ? No, Hunter, no ! 'tis but the streak Of snow — 'tis but the tempest's shriek — No human aid is near ; Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace — those accents sweet Speak music to thine ear. Morn broke — away the clouds were... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1852 - 592 страници
...delight, Proclaim the lost is found? No, hunter, no! 'tis but the streak lit' whirling snow—the tempest shriek— No human aid is near ! Never again that form will meet Thy clasp'd embrace ;—those accents sweet Speak music to thine car ! Morn broke ;—away the clouds were... | |
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