 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 432 oldal
...suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with iis on earth no more! 15 FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS. And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth...hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those dee]) and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 810 oldal
...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, Who unto my youth...and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Take? the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those... | |
 | 1899 - 430 oldal
...wife, a lady of great loveliness of character, died at Rotterdam in 1835. — The being beauteous That unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. "Excelsior" was written on a late autumn evening in 1841. The poet had just been reading a letter from... | |
 | John Daniel Morell - 1857 - 70 oldal
...hope betrays ; Heavy is woe ; and joys for human kind A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger...vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. Birds seek their nests ; the ox, horse, and other domestic animals sleep around us. The richest dress... | |
 | Eliza Ann Bacon - 1857 - 376 oldal
...awoke from his dream of the angel ladder; then, ' With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes the visitor divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine.' " Sweet and holy are the communions that follow, and, when the spell is broken, we feel like the astronomer... | |
 | 1858 - 398 oldal
...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, Who unto my youth...saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Conies that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she... | |
 | Owen Wynn - 1858 - 338 oldal
...which only his own hand could clear away, — terrible thought, of one we esteem and love. CHAPTER XVI. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender...the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward lrom the skies. UUer'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer ; Soft rebukes in blessings... | |
 | Kenelm Henry Digby - 1858 - 328 oldal
...more in sorrow than in anger, will often tell us what no words can *." " As they sit and gaze upon us With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saintlike, Looking downwards from the skies." "No doubt," says Gerson, "youths, with all their need of activity, are sometimes... | |
 | 1858 - 664 oldal
...Who the cross of sufl'ering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly. Spake with us on earth no more I And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More thau all tbings else to love me, And is uow a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep,... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1859 - 812 oldal
...Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteouj, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things...still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
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And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand... 
