 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1829 - 468 pages
...sighing of flowers and the nightingale's song: Fling sweets on the wave, as it wanders along I—- Blest be the dream that restores them to thee, But...Still art thou all which thou wert, when a child, THAT SONG, AGAIN ! Chacuji croit retrouver, dans la mllodie, comme dans 1'astre pur ct trait quille... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 424 pages
...the fancies we shaped from the river's low tale, I blame not the fate that has taken the rest, While it left to my bosom its dearest and best. Slumber...when a child, Only more holy — and only less wild ! Friendship's Offering. BY J. PCRCIVAL. BIRD of the broad and sweeping wing, Thy home is high in heaven,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1829 - 476 pages
...the fancies we shaped from the river's low tale, I blame not the fate that has taken the rest, While it left to my bosom its dearest and best. Slumber...when a child, Only more holy — and only less wild ! Friendship's Offering. TO AN EAGLE. BY J. PERCIVAL. BIRD of the broad and sweeping wing, Thy home... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pages
...the fancies we shaped from the river's low tale, I blame not the rate that has taken the rest, While it left to my bosom its dearest and best. Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye I Love be a rainbow to brighten thy sky ! Oh ! not for sunshine and hope would I part With the shade... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 pages
...the fancies we shaped from the river's low tale, I blame not the fate that has taken the rest, While it left to my bosom its dearest and best. Slumber...would I part With the shade time has flung over all — lint thy heart! Still art thou all which thou wert when a child, Only more holy — and only less... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 pages
...the fancies we shaped from the river's low tale, I blame not the fate that has taken the rest, While it left to my bosom its dearest and best. Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye ! Dove be a rainbow to brighten thy sky ! Oh ! not for sunshine and hope would I part With the shade... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 pages
...the fancies we shaped from the river's low tale, I blame not the fate that has taken the rest, While it left to my bosom its dearest and best. Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye ! Dove be a rainbow to brighten thy sky ! Oh ! not for sunshine and hope would I part With the shade... | |
 | Elizabeth Youatt - 1844 - 908 pages
...him gently away, and went proudly forth upon her wild mission. They never met again ! CHAPTER V. " Oh ! not for sunshine and hope would I part, With the shade time has flung over all — BUT TUT ni ART : Still art thou all which thou wert when a child, Only mote holy — and only less wild... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...wing, And a new Iphitus has waked, beneath its string ! SLUMBER LIE SOFT ON THY BEAUTIFUL EYE ! SLDMRER lie soft on thy beautiful eye ! Spirits, whose smiles...when a child Only more holy — and only less wild ! TO MYRA. IT >, « vi thee now, my spirit's love ! All bright in youth's unclouded light ; With sunshine... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...wing, And a new Iphitus has waked, beneath its string ! SLUMBER LIE SOFT ON THY BEAUTIFUL EYE ! SLUMRER lie soft on thy beautiful eye ! Spirits, whose smiles...when a child Only more holy — and only less wild ! TO MYRA. I LEAVE thee now, my spirit's love ! All bright in youth's unclouded light; With sunshine... | |
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Since it left, to my bosom, its dearest and best ! Slumber lie soft on thy beautiful eye ! Love be a rainbow, to brighten thy sky ! Oh! not for sunshine and hope, would I part With the shade time has flung over all — but thy heart ! Still art thou all... 
