 | 1854 - 268 páginas
...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1854 - 292 páginas
...these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, Hay be Heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...witness thy dying, In the arms of Hellvellyn and Catchedicam. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. — Longfellau. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers tudt grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have nought but th» bearded... | |
 | Julia Addison - 1854 - 204 páginas
...damps ; What seem to us but sad funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death 1 What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal...Elysian, Whose portal we call death. — LONGFELLOW. THE next four years brought many cares and trials to Mary Grove. Her first sorrow was the premature... | |
 | Fanny Fern - 1855 - 346 páginas
...is borne upon the air. It shall fall like dew upon the stricken flower. Listen to the chant ! '• There is a Reaper whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath ; And the flowers that grow between. ' He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He raised their drooping leaves, It was for the Lord of... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 páginas
...witness thy dying, In the arms of Hellvellyn and Catchedicam. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. — Longfellow. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair ? " saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 264 páginas
...through the mists and vapours ; Amid these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection,— But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 568 páginas
...these earthly damps, What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer... | |
 | Helen P. Warner - 1856 - 132 páginas
...playful words, and songs, and music. At length some one proposed singing these words : "THE REAPER. " There is a reaper, whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have naught that is fair ? saith he, Have naught but the bearded grain? Though the breath... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 páginas
...wide domain, And his rich treasury swells with hoarded grain. BAKBAULD. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair ?" saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath... | |
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There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. 
