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" The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. "
The New monthly magazine, and literary journal. [American ed.] - 532. oldal
1825
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The Ladies' Wreath: A Selection from the Female Poetic Writers of England ...

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1839 - 408 oldal
...stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar-shade. The sea, the lone blue sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep; He was...bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest, Above the noble slain; He wrapt his colors round his breast, On a blood-red field of Spain....

The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life, 5. kötet

Mrs. Hemans - 1839
...the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one — He lies where...loved of all, yet none . 'O'er his low bed may weep. He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And one — o'er her the myrtle...

The Improved Reader

Samuel Willard - 1839 - 186 oldal
...of the West, By a dark stream is laid. The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one ; He lies where...loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. And one, o'er her the myrtle showers Its leaves, by soft winds fanned ; And parted thus, they rest,...

Culled Flowers

M. S. - 1839 - 175 oldal
...of the west By a dark stream is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep ; He was the lov'd of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are dress'd Above...

The Christian observer [afterw.] The Christian observer and advocate, 40. kötet

1840
...the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one — He lies where...bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest, Above the noble slain : He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain....

The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her ...

Mrs. Hemans - 1840
...the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one — He lies where...bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest, Above the noble slain ; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain....

The Works of Mrs. Hemans, with a Memoir by Her Sister, and an Essay on Her ...

Mrs. Hemans - 1840
...the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one — He lies where...bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest, Above the noble slain ; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain....

Gems of Literature, Or Tales for All Times: Being a Selection from the Most ...

1840
...forests of the west By a dark stream is laid; The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where...bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are dress'd Above the noble slain, He wrapp'd his colours round his breast, On a blood-red field of Spain....

The works of mrs Hemans; with a memoir of her life, by her sister [H.M. Owen].

Felicia Dorothea Hemans - 1840
...the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one — He lies where...loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain. And one — o'er her the myrtle...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 344 oldal
...of the west, By a dark stream is laid ; The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where...bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are dressed Above the noble slain, He wrapped his colours round his breast, On a blood-red field of Spain....




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