 Still chambers of the heart, a spectre dim, Whose tones are like the wizard voice of Time, Heard from the tomb of ages, points its cold And solemn finger to the beautiful And holy visions that have passed away, And left no shadow of their loveliness On...  Songs from the Southland - Página 61890 - 32 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 páginas
...visions that have pass'd away, And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life. That spectre lifts The coffin-lid of hope, and joy, and...slumber there, scatters dead flowers O'er what has pass'd to nothingness. The year Hits gone, and, with it, many a glorious throng Of happy dreams. Its... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 páginas
...pass'd away, And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life. That spectre lit'; ; The coffin-lid of hope, and joy, and love, And, bending...slumber there, scatters dead flowers O'er what has pass'd to nothingness. The year Has gone, and, with it, many a glorious throng Of happy dreams. Its... | |
 | Charles William Everest - 1844 - 480 páginas
...visions, that have passed away, And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life. That spectre lifts The coffin-lid of Hope, and Joy, and Love, And, bending mournfully above the pale 325 Sweet forms that slumber there, scatters dead flowers O'er what has passed to nothingness. The... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - 296 páginas
...visions that have passed away, And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life. That spectre lifts The coffin-lid of hope, and joy, and...a glorious throng Of happy dreams. Its mark is on the brow, Its shadows in each heart. In its swift course It waved its sceptre o'er the beautiful: And... | |
 | Salem Town - 1845 - 264 páginas
...waste of life. That spectre lifts The coffin-lid of hope, and jay, and lovej,' •• And, benfling mournfully above the pale, Sweet forms that slumber...a glorious throng Of happy dreams. Its mark- is on the brow, Its' shadows in each heart. In its swift course' It waved its,sceptre o'er the beautiful:... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 páginas
...passed away, And left no shadow of their loveliness, On the dead waste of life. That spectre—lifts The coffin-lid of Hope, and Joy, and Love, And, bending, mournfully, above the pale, [flowers Sweet forms, that slumber there, scatters dead O'er what has passed—to nothingness. The... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 398 páginas
...[flowert Sweet limn?, thai slumber there, scatters dead O'er what has passed — to notliiiigiieft?. The year Has gone. and. with it, many a glorious throng Of happy drenms. Its mark — is on each brow, Its shadow — in each heart. In its swill course, It waved its... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 páginas
...away, .nd left no shadow of their loveliness, In the dead vruste of life. That spectre — lift? 'he coffin-lid of Hope, and Joy. and Love, And, bending, mournfully, above the pale, [flow>is Sweet forms, that slumber there, scatters dead )'er what has passed — to nothingness. The... | |
 | Salem Town - 1847 - 420 páginas
...have passed away, And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life. 3. That specter lifts The coffin-lid of hope, and joy, and love, And,...passed to nothingness. The year Has gone, and with it many'a glorious throng Of happy dreams. Its mark is on the brow, Its shadows in each heart. 4. In its... | |
 | Salem Town - 1848 - 300 páginas
...visions that have passed away, And left no shadow of their loveliness On the dead waste of life. That spectre lifts The coffin-lid of hope, and joy, and...a glorious throng Of happy dreams. Its mark is on the brow, Its shadows in each heart. In its swift course It waved its sceptre o'er the beautiful: And... | |
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