 And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in...  Poems - Страница 12по Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1849 - 782 страници
...things else to love me, And is now a saint in Heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes the messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine, "And she sits and gaaes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint like. Looking downward... | |
 | 1839 - 226 страници
...Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me. She is now a saint in heaven. VII. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger...vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. VII,. And she sits and gazes at me, With her deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 страници
...Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes...spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1839 - 614 страници
...Being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes...downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, It the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air.... | |
 | 1839 - 584 страници
...Reing beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep. Comes...the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward froin the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended. Is the spirit's voiceless prayer. Soft rebukes, in... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - 1840 - 566 страници
...her the ballads of the olden time ; while ' She sat, and gazed upon me, With those deep and lender eyes, Like the stars, so still, and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies." I have again heard her breathe my name, in accents sweeter than the song of the nightingale. Another... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 226 страници
...Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes...spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside,... | |
 | 1840 - 424 страници
...Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes...spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. " O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 588 страници
...Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes...spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. " O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 страници
...Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes...still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Oh, though oft depress'd and lonely,... | |
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