| 1834 - 428 páginas
...flowerTorn, in its sweetness, from the parent spray : The death-wind swept him to bis soft repose, A» frost in spring-time blights the early rose. Never,...again Will bis rich accents charm thy listening ear, Like some JEolian strain, Breathing at even tide, serene and clear; His mice is choked in dust, and... | |
| Charles Fenno Hoffman - 1837 - 278 páginas
...laugh are lost to thee, Earth must his mother and his pillow be. His was the morning hour, And he hath passed in beauty from the day, A bud not yet a flower...blights the early rose. Never on earth again Will his rich accents charm thy listening ear, Like some jEolian strain, Breathing at even-tide serene and... | |
| Robert Walsh - 1837 - 504 páginas
...lost to thee, — Earth must his mother and his pillow be. " His was the morning hour: And he hath passed in beauty from the day, A bud, not yet a flower,...Torn in its sweetness from the parent spray : The death-wind swept him to his soft repose, As frost in spring-time blights the early rose. "Never on... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 páginas
...lost to thee : Earth must his mother and his pillow be. His was the morning hour ; And he hath pass'd in beauty from the day, A bud, not yet a flower, Torn, in its sweetness, from the parent spray : The death-wind swept him to his soft repose, As frost, in springtime, blights the early rose. Never on... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 páginas
...lost to thee: Earth must his mother and his pillow be. His was the morning hour, And he hath pass'd in beauty from the day, A bud, not yet a flower, Torn, in its sweetness, from the parent spray; The death-wind swept him to his soft repose, As frost, in spring-time, blights the early rose. Never on... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 páginas
...lost to thee : Earth must his mother and his pillow be. His was the morning hour, And he hath pass'd in beauty from the day, A bud, not yet a flower, Torn,...blights the early rose. Never on earth again Will his rich accents charm thy listening ear, Like some jEolian strain, Breathing at eventide serene and... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 páginas
...lost to thee : Earth must his mother and his pillow be. His was the morning hour, And he hath pass'd in beauty from the day, A bud, not yet a flower, Torn, in its sweetness, from the parent spray ; The death-wind swept him to his soft repose, As frost, in spring-time, blights the early rose. Never on... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 324 páginas
...mother and his pillow be. YOUNO mother, he is gone! His dimpled cheek no more will touch thy breast; A bud, not yet a flower, Torn, in its sweetness, from the parent spray : The death-wind swept him to his soft repose, As frost, in springtime, blights the early rose. His was the... | |
| Willis Gaylord Clark - 1844 - 486 páginas
...lost to thee: Earth must his mother and his pillow be. His was the morning hour, And he had pass'd in beauty from the day, A bud, not yet a flower, Torn, in its sweetness, from the parent spray; The death-wind swept him to his soft repose, As frost, in spring-time, blights the early rose. Never on... | |
| John Keese - 1844 - 140 páginas
...his pillow be. His was the morning hour, And he hath passed in beauty from the day, The death-wind swept him to his soft repose, As frost, in spring-time,...blights the early rose. Never on earth again Will his rich accents charm thy listening ear, Like some JEolian strain, Breathing at eventide serene and... | |
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