 Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from...  The North British Review - Página 5101851Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Samuel Richardson - 1869 - 516 páginas
...takes away a noble mind. " Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed sonl, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll : Sleep to the end, true soul and sweet." TENNYSON. rpHE shadow of a suspicion passed over Noel's mind when... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1870 - 264 páginas
...'Twere better I should cease ; Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace ; Sleep, holy...head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. Yon ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1872 - 498 páginas
...were better I should cease ; Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1872 - 360 páginas
...'Twere better 1 should cease ; Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace ; . Sleep, holy...the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true sonl and sweet. Nothing come» to thee new or strange, Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still,... | |
 | Dorothea Maria Ogilvy - 1873 - 244 páginas
...OF ST MARY'S CHAPEL, AND TOMB OF THE LADY ELIZABETH OGILVY, IN GLEN PROS EN, FORFARSHIRE. " Sleep to the end, true soul and sweet, Nothing comes to thee new or strange." 'TjlOW fair is evanescent Spring; a\ How fresh her wild flowers blow • How sweet her merry warblers... | |
 | Dorothea Maria Ogilvy - 1873 - 250 páginas
...OP ST MARY'S CHAPEL, AND TOMB OF THE LADY ELIZABETH OGILVY, IN GLEN PROSEN, FORFARSHIRE. " Sleep to the end, true soul and sweet, Nothing comes to thee new or strange." fair is evanescent Spring ; How fresh her wild flowers blow ; w sweet her merry warblers sing ; How... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1874 - 180 páginas
...'Twere better I should cease Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. ON A MOURNER. i. NATURE, so far as in her lies, Imitates God, and turns her face To every land beneath... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 páginas
...fresh with dew, And all the bugle-breezes blew Reveillee to the breaking morn. TENNYSON : In Memoriam. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. TENNYSON: To J. S+ How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 páginas
...were better I should cease Although myself could almost take The place of him thatsleeps in peace. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Within this region I subsist, Whose spirits falter in the mist,... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 páginas
...'Twere better I should cease Although myself could almost take The place of him that sleeps in peace. Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy...head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change. You ask me, why, tho' ill at ease, Whithin this region I subsist. Whose spirits falter in the mist,... | |
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