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" Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watched our first-born blossom die? Hoped till the shade of hope had fled, Then wept till feeling's fount was dry? Was it not sweet, in that dark hour, To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs, Our bud had left its earthly... "
Poetical Sketches: The Profession, the Broken Heart, Etc. : with Stanzas for ... - 26. oldal
szerző: Alaric Alexander Watts - 1824 - 189 oldal
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Spirit of the English Magazines

1824 - 984 oldal
...first wild dreams— ten yean ago ! VI. ' Have we not knelt betide his bed, And watch'd our fint-born blossom die ? Hoped, till the shade of hope had fled, Then wept till feeling's fount was dry i* Was it not sweet, in that dark hour, To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs, Our bud had left its...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 15. kötet

1824 - 792 oldal
...blow, Youth's first wild dreams— ten years ago ! VI. Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watch'd our first-born blossom die ? Hoped, till the shade...Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet, in that dark hour, To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs, Our bud had left its earthly bower,...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 1. kötet

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 oldal
...life's fitful tide, Nor mourn, whatever winds may blow, Youth's first wild dreams — ten years ago ! Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watched our...Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet, in that dark hour To think — mid mutual tears and sighs — Our bud had left its earthly bower...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 1. kötet

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 oldal
...life's fitful tide, Nor mourn, whatever winds may blow, Youth's first wild dreams — ten years ago ! Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watched our...Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet, in that dark hour To think — mid mutual tears and sighs — Our bud had left its earthly bower...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, 1. kötet

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 oldal
...life's fitful tide, Nor mourn, whatever winds may blow, Youth's first wild dreams — ten years ago ! Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watched our...Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet, in that dark hour To think— mid mutual tears and sighs — Our bud had left its earthly bower...

The Young Man's Book of Elegant Poetry: Comprising Selections from the Works ...

1838 - 332 oldal
...! Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watch'd our first-born blossom die ? Hoped, till the shape of hope had fled, Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet in that dark hour, To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs, Our bud had left its earthly bower,...

Lyrics of the Heart: With Other Poems ...

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1852 - 446 oldal
...Hence, let me brood cpce. y:e. '-XT: - z -r-^t% Where «m-to«ehed Harare be*. lit LAI* :c breast! VI. Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watched our...Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ! Was it not sweet in that sad hour To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs, Our bud had left its earthly bower, And...

Our Little Ones in Heaven

Walter Aimwell - 1858 - 262 oldal
...garden of the just, Beneath God's glorious eye, we trust, 'T will bloom again on high. THE GATHERED BUD. HAVE we not knelt beside his bed, And watched our...Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ? Was it not sweet in that dark hour, To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs, Our bud had left its earthly bower,...

The Home Affections Pourtrayed by the Poets

Charles Mackay - 1858 - 420 oldal
...may blow, Youth's first wild dreams—ten years ago! Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watch'd our first-born blossom die ; Hoped, till the shade...Then wept till feeling's fount was dry ! Was it not sweet, in that sad hour, To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs, Our bnd had left its earthly bower,...

Blackwood's Lady's Magazine and Gazette of the Fashionable ..., 30-31. kötet

1851 - 574 oldal
...life's fitful tide; Nor mourn, whatever blasts may blow, Youth's first wild dreams — ten years ago ! Have we not knelt beside his bed, And watched our...Hoped, till the shade of hope had fled, Then wept till feelings fount was dry ? Was it not sweet in that sad hour To think, 'mid mutual tears and sighs, Our...




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