I gaze above—thy look is imaged there, I listen—and thy gentle tone Is on the air. Oh come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave—and, in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness, Bless, bless thy child! Yes, bless thy weeping child, And... The Poets of America - Страница 181под редакцията на - 1842 - 326 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
| Charles William Everest - 1843 - 484 страници
...dim, blue wave, I stray to hear the night-winds wail Around thy grave. Where is thy spirit flown ? I gaze above—thy look is imaged there ; I listen—and...air. Oh, come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave; and, in those mild And thrilling notes of tenderness, Bless, bless thy child! Yes, bless thy... | |
| 1847 - 254 страници
...listen, and thy gentle tone Is on the air. О come, whilst here I press My brow upon thy grave, and in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness, Bless,...child! Yes, bless thy weeping child, And o'er thine urn, religion's holiest shrine — О give his spirit undeflled To blend with thine! INDEX. A. A beautiful... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 страници
...dim, blue wave, I stray to hear the night-winds wail Around thy grave. Where is thy spirit flown ? I gaze above—thy look is imaged there ; I listen—and thy gentle tone Is on the air. 0, come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave ; and, in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness,... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 536 страници
...dim, blue wave, I stray to hear the night-winds wail Around thy grave. Where is thy spirit flown ? I gaze above—thy look is imaged there; I listen—and thy gentle tone Is on the air. 0, come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave ; and, in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness,... | |
| John Keese - 1845 - 338 страници
...the dim blue wave, I stray to hear the night-winds wail Around thy grave. Where is thy spirit flown ? I gaze above—thy look is imaged there, I listen—and...urn—religion's holiest shrine— Oh give his spirit undefiled To blend with thine. EXTRACT FROM PROMETHEUS. BY JAMES G. PEKCIVAL. Our thoughts are boundless... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1848 - 584 страници
...dim. blue wave, I stray to hear the night-winds wail Around thy grave. Where is thy spirit flown ? I gaze above—thy look is imaged there ; I listen—and thy gentle tone Is on the air. O, come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave ; and, in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness.... | |
| 1848 - 124 страници
...hear the night-winds wail Around thy grave. O, come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave; and, in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness, Bless, bless thy child ! Yes, bless your weeping child; And o'er thine urn—religion's holiest shrine— O, give his spirit, undefiled,... | |
| Artemas Bowers Muzzey - 1850 - 356 страници
...swelling sorrows in the fervent strain, — " O, come, whilst here I press My brow upon thy grave, — and in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness, Bless,...thy child ! " Yes, bless thy weeping child, And o'er thy urn, — Religion's holiest shrine,— O, give its spirit undefined To blend with thine ! " Home... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1851 - 600 страници
...dim, blue wave, I stray to hear the night-winds wail Around thy grave. Where is thy spirit flown ? I gaze above—thy look is imaged there; I listen—and thy gentle tone Is on the air. 0, come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave ; and, in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness,... | |
| 1853 - 458 страници
...dim, blue wave, I stray to hear the night-winds wail Around thy grave. Where is thy spirit flown ? I gaze above—thy look is imaged there ; I listen—and thy gentle tone Is on the air. 0, come, while here I press My brow upon thy grave ; and in those mild And thrilling tones of tenderness,... | |
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