 ... violets closer to thy breast ; Though by the feet of generations trod, The headstone crumbles from thy place of rest. The marvel of thy beauty cannot die ; The sweetness of thy presence shall not fade ; Earth gave not all the glory of thine eye, —...  Poems of the Orient - 175. oldalszerző: Bayard Taylor - 1856 - 203 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...arrives, With cowslip-garland on her brow, We know what once she gave our lives, And cannot give us now! It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold,...hill, Lured by the sweet persuasion of a hand Which loads thee somewhere in the distance still. Where'er thou art, I know thou wearest yet The same bewildering... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 526 oldal
...not fade ; Earth gave not all the glory of thine eye ; Death may not keep what Death has never made. It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold,...passive fold, Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego. Lured by the sweet persuasion of a hand Which leads thee somewhere in the distance still. Where'er... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 560 oldal
...the snow ; Thy heart would throb beneath that passive fold, Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego. Lured by the sweet persuasion of a hand Which leads...somewhere in the distance still. Where'er thou art, I know thon wearest yet The same bewildeiing beauty, sanctified By calmer joy, and touched with soft regret... | |
 | Bayard Taylor - 1865 - 444 oldal
...fade; Earth gave not all the glory of thine eye, — Death may not keep what Death has never made. It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold,...fold, Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego. But thon hadst gone, — gone from the dreary land, Gone from the storms let loose on every hill, Lured... | |
 | Bayard Taylor - 1866 - 448 oldal
...fade ; Earth gave not all the glory of thine eye, — Death may not keep what Death has never made. It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold, Nor those dumb lips, they hid beneath the snow; /'A// heart would throb beneath that passive fold, Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego. But thon... | |
 | 1881 - 552 oldal
...fade ; Earth gave not all the glory of thine eye, — Death may not keep what Death has never made. It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold, Nor those dumb lips, they hid beneath the mow ; Thy heart would throb beneath that passive fold, Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego. But... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 oldal
...gave not all the glory of thine eye, — Death may not keep what Death has never made. gold TAYLOR. It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold....fold, Thy hands for me that stony clasp forego. But tliou hadst gone, — gone from the dreary land, Gone from the storms let loose on every hill, Lured... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1884 - 324 oldal
...fade ; Earth gave not all the glory of thine eye, — Death may not keep what Death has never made. It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold,...somewhere in the distance still. Where'er thou art, J know thou wearest yet The same bewildering beauty, sanctified By calmer joy, and touched with soft... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1890 - 320 oldal
...fade ; E.Tth gave not all the glory of thine eye, — Death may not keep what Death has never made. It was not thine, that forehead strange and cold,...storms let loose on every hill, Lured by the sweet persuasi6n of a hand Which leads thee somewhere in the distance still. Where'er thou art, I know thou... | |
 | Hiram Peck McKnight - 1896 - 216 oldal
...earth ne'er made. It was not thine, that marble forehead pale and cold, Nor those dumb lips they laid beneath the snow; Thy heart would throb beneath that...Thy hands, for me, that stony clasp forego. But thou hast gone. Gone from this dreary land; Gone from the storms let loose on every hill; Lured by the sweet... | |
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