 | 1833 - 636 oldal
...NORTON. Fainter her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening hrow ; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content to die — hut, oh ! not now ! — Not while the hlossoms of the joyous spring; Make the warm air such luxury... | |
 | 1831 - 502 oldal
...IAKTH. " Fainter her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand Is heavy on her darkening brow ; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, ' I am content...breathe — Not while the birds such lays of gladness singNot while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe Spare me, great God ! lift up my drooping... | |
 | 1882 - 224 oldal
...brow ; Yet fondly doth she cling to earth and say, * I am content to die — hul oh, not now I — Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxiny to breathe — Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing — Not while bright flowers around... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1833 - 288 oldal
...darkening brow; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Make the warm air such luxury to breathe— Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing— ' I am content to die—but, oh! not now!— Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Not while... | |
 | 1834 - 440 oldal
...NORTON. Fainter her slow steps fall from day to day; Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow ; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth and say, "I am content to die—but oh! not now !— Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Hake the warm air such luxury... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 oldal
...EARTH. FA1NTKR her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening hrow ; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content...to die, — but, oh ! not now ! — Not while the hlossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury to hreathe ; Not while the hirds such lays... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1838 - 270 oldal
...NORTON. FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, ' I am content to die—but, oh! not now!— Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1841 - 286 oldal
...known among Spaniards by the name of' The last sigh of the Moor ' LESSON LXXX. The Child of Earth. — MRS. NORTON. FAINTER her slow step falls from day...the birds such lays of gladness sing — Not while the bright flowers round my footsteps wreathe Spare me, great God! lift up my drooping brow — I am... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1841 - 322 oldal
...EARTH. I. FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow ; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content...breathe ; Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing ; II. The spring hath ripen'd into summer-time, The season's viewless boundary is past ; The glorious... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1845 - 472 oldal
...EARTH. L FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content to die. but, oh ! not now ! Not while the blossom? of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury to breathe Not while the birds such lays... | |
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I am content to die — but oh ! not now !— Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury to breathe — Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing — Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe. Spare me, great... 
