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" 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... "
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The Poets of Connecticut: With Biographical Sketches ...

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...

The District School Journal of the State of New-York, Томове 7–8

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...

The Poets and Poetry of America

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,...

The Poets and Poetry of America

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,...

The Poet's Gift: Illustrated by One of Her Painters

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...

The Poets and Poetry of America: With an Historical Introduction

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....

The Cottage Garland; Or, Poems on the Love of Flowers, Kindness to Animals ...

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,...

The Christian Parent

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...

The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

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,...

The Book of Eloquence: A Collection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, from the ...

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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