 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, John Gilbert - 1860 - 448 oldal
...And weary with dragging the crosses Too heavy for mortals to bear. And he gathers the prayers as ho stands. And they change into flowers in his hands,...garlands of purple and red ; And beneath the great areh of the portal, Through the streets of the City Immortal Is wafted the fragranec they shed. Of... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1861 - 582 oldal
...hearts that are broken with losses, And weary with dragging the crosses Too heavy for mortals to bear. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they...the City Immortal Is wafted the fragrance they shed. Of the ancient Rabbinical lore; Yet the old mediaeval tradition, The beautiful, strange superstition,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1861 - 912 oldal
...hearts that are broken with losses, And weary with dragging the crosses Too heavy for mortals to bear. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they...the portal, Through the streets of the City Immortal It is but a legend, I know, — A fable, a phantom, a show, Of the ancient Rabbinical lore ; Yet the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1862 - 548 oldal
...hearts that are broken with losses, And weary with drawing the crosses Too heavy for mortals "to bear. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they change into iiowers in his hands, Into garlands of purple and red ; And beneath the great arch of the portal, Through... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1864 - 464 oldal
...hearts that are broken with losses, And weary with dragging the crosses Too heavy for mortals to bear. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they...show, Of the ancient Rabbinical lore ; Yet the old medieval tradition, The beautiful, strange superstition, But haunts me and holds me the more. When... | |
 | 480 oldal
...hearts that are broken with losses, And weary with dragging the crosses, Too heavy for mortals to bear. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they change into rfowers in his hands, Into garlands of purple and red ; And beneath the great arch of the portal, Through... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1865 - 388 oldal
...that entreat and implore losses, And weary with dragging the crosses Too heavy for mortals to bear. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they change into flowers in his hands, Is wafted the fragrance they shed. It is but a legend, I know, ; A fable, a phantom, a show, I Into... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 300 oldal
...hearls that are broken with losses And weary with dragging the crosses Too heavy for mortals to bear. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they...the fragrance they shed. It is but a legend, I know, — Of the ancient Rabbinical lore ; Yet the old mediaeval tradition, The beautiful, strange superstition,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1867 - 482 oldal
...hearts that are broken with losses, And weary with dragging the crosses Too heavy for mortals to bear. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they...but a legend, I know, A fable, a phantom, a show, When I look from my window at night, And the welkin above is all white, All throbbing and panting with... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1862 - 610 oldal
...that are broken with losses, And weary with dragging the crosses Too heavy for mortals to bear. VI. And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they...the portal, Through the streets of the City Immortal SANDERS UNION SKRfKB. VII. It is but a legend I know,— A fable, a phantom, a show, Of the ancient... | |
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And he gathers the prayers as he stands, And they change into flowers in his hands, Into garlands of purple and red ; And beneath the great arch of the portal, Through the streets of the City Immortal Is wafted the fragrance they shed. 
