 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...  The Poetical Works of Henry W. Longfellow - Страница 369по Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1886 - 698 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1839 - 226 страници
...Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the mareh of life! T. They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering...pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more. VI. And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 страници
...strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, — By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly,...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1839 - 614 страници
...onca and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with ue on earth no more ! And with them the Being beauteous,...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes,... | |
 | 1839 - 584 страници
...suffering boru, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Reing beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes,... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 226 страници
...and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly,...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 страници
...young and strong, who cherish'd Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perish'd, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly,...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 584 страници
...strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, — By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life ! " They, the holy ones and...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. "And she sits and gazes nt me With those deep and tender eyes,... | |
 | 1840 - 424 страници
...strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, — By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life ! " They, the holy ones and...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. " And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 696 страници
...perish'd, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones, and weakly, Who the cross of suffering wore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 588 страници
...holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, — 268 Longfellow's Voices of the Night. [Jan. Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with...Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. " And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender... | |
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