 | Mary Ann Edmunds, Mary A. Jones Edmunds - 1859 - 176 страници
...PART III. POETRY. ORIGINAL AND A FEW TRANSLATIONS.* DEATH. I long to lay this aching; head, And weary heart beneath the soil ; To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; I perish, Oh ! my mother earth Take... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1860 - 420 страници
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; — O my Mother Earth !... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1860 - 414 страници
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. PS For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ;—O my Mother Earth... | |
 | Lowell Mason, Edwards Amasa Park, Austin Phelps - 1860 - 524 страници
...summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. 3 I long to lay this painful head And aching he;irt beneath the soil ; To slumber, in that dreamless bed, From all my toil. 4 The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1861 - 444 страници
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Thau summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; — O my mother Earth !... | |
 | George Vandenhoff - 1862 - 462 страници
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer's evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild: I perish : 0, my mother Earth, Take... | |
 | 1862 - 260 страници
...No more disturbs their deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. 3 I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber, in that dreamless bed, From all my toil. 4 The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall... | |
 | Lays - 1862 - 406 страници
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer, evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen ! — I will... | |
 | Samuel Osgood - 1862 - 380 страници
...more disturbs their deep repose Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. i 3 I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber, in that dreamless bed, From all my toil. 4 The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall... | |
 | Half hours - 1863 - 408 страници
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; Oh, my mother earth ! Take... | |
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There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. 
