 | 1857 - 780 oldal
...forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more. And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all f inn- to lore me, And is now a saint in Heaven. And he, the young and strong, who cherished Noble... | |
 | 1849 - 782 oldal
...hearted, Come to visit me once more ; " And, with them, the Being Beauteous, WTio unto my youth was givenj More than all things else to love me, And is now a...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... | |
 | 1839 - 226 oldal
...the cross of suffering bore, Folded their 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 me. She is now a saint in heaven. VII. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine,... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 688 oldal
...Who the cross of suffering wore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no morel And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth...all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaveu. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside... | |
 | 1844 - 878 oldal
...ones and weakly. Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Bpako with us on earth no more ! And with them, the being beauteous...heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that mcsricnper divine ; Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 oldal
...and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, — Folded their pale hands so meekly,— Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous...things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With... | |
 | 1844 - 858 oldal
...weakly. Who the croes of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on curth no more ! And with them, the being beauteous Who unto my youth woe given, Alore than all things else to love me. And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 oldal
...and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore — Folded their pale hands so meekly — Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the being beauteous...me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noisless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 396 oldal
...weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore — Folded their pale hands so meekly—- Spake with us on eanli no more! And with them the being beauteous Who unto...me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noisless footstep Comes thai messenger divine, Takes ihe vacant chair beside rae, Lays her gentle hand... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 oldal
...Buffering l»ure— Folded their pale hands so meekly— Spake with us on earth no more! And with them the beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all...me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noisless footstep Comes that nn^stmgrr divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand... | |
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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, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. 
