 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 páginas
...softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. ' The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh...rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, — To slumber in that dreamless bed, From all my toil. For misery stole me at my... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1839 - 306 páginas
...softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh,...I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil; To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave, that never spake before,... | |
 | 1839 - 428 páginas
...softly lie and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh,...I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart beneath the soil: To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. " The GRAVE, that never spake... | |
 | 1840 - 378 páginas
...softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh...rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth,... | |
 | 1840 - 528 páginas
...malice, and the sneer of contempt and pity. " The storm that wrecks the wintry sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh,..." I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumher in that dreamless bed From all my toil. " For misery stole me at my birth,... | |
 | Gems - 1841 - 624 páginas
...softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh...rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth,... | |
 | 1841 - 844 páginas
...ground. The »tonn that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth,... | |
 | 1842 - 542 páginas
...lie, and sweetly sleep " Low in the ground. " The storm that wrecks the winter sky " No more disturbs their deep repose, " Than summer evening's latest sigh " That shuts the rose."* But there is another lot for the souls of the blessed : — " There is a calm for those who weep, "... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1849 - 316 páginas
...lie, and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. 2. The storm that sweeps the winter's sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. 3. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil — To slumber in that dreamless... | |
 | Samuel Niles Sweet - 1843 - 324 páginas
...lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the gronnd. 2. The storm that wrecks the wintry sky No more disturbs their deep repose, . Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. 3. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless... | |
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THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. 
