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" Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory, such as mine of her, So very much endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh Will not be life's, but hers. "
Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art - Страница 235
под редакцията на - 1850
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The North American Review, Том 21

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1825
...turns, — the idol of past years ! Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the bram, And of her voice in echoing hearts a sound must long...endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's but hers. I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex...

The London Magazine, Том 4

1826
...appears The image of themselves by turns,- — -the idol of past years! Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice...endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's but hers. I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex...

Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices ..., Том 3

Samuel Kettell - 1829
...she appears The image of themselves by turns,—the idol of past years! Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts a round must long remain, But memory such as mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829
...appears The image of themselves by turns, — the idol of past years ! Of her bright face one glance wili trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts a round must long remain, But memory such as mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh, my...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

1830 - 360 страници
...appears The image of themselves by turns — the idol of past years. Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice...endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex...

The Laurel: a Gift for All Seasons: Being a Collection of Poems

1836 - 252 страници
...her, she appears The image of themselves by turns— the idol of past Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice...endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex...

The Poets of America, Том 1

John Keese - 1840 - 320 страници
...appears The image of themselves by turns — the idol of past years. Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice...endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex...

The Poets of America, Том 1

John Keese - 1840 - 284 страници
...appears The image of themselves by turns — the idol of past years. Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice...endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex...

The lyre, fugitive poetry of the 19th century

Lyre - 1841
...appears The image of themselves by turns — the idol of past years. Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice...endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 344 страници
...appears The image of themselves by turns — the idol of past years. Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice...endears, When death is nigh, my latest sigh will, not be life's, but hers. I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex...




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