 | Thomas Baldwin Thayer - 1865 - Страниц: 284
...perished, Weary with the inarch of life — They, the holy ones and weakly Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more." All these shall come to us again — and O how blessed the meeting — "a family in heaven, no wanderer... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - Страниц: 710
...perished, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Conies that messenger divine, FLOWERS. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes,... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1866 - Страниц: 496
...perish' d, Weary with the march of life. They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. The Spirit 's Home. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - Страниц: 300
...perished, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...youth was given, More than all things else to love me, Aud is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1867 - Страниц: 234
...perish'd, Weary with the march of life. They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like,... | |
 | Edwin Pond Parker - 1867 - Страниц: 120
...true-hearted ' Come to visit me once more. 2 They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore ; Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these... | |
 | Lucy Pauline Wright Hobart - 1867 - Страниц: 534
...perished, Weary with the march of life. They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more. FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS. 4:21 And with them, the being beauteous Who unto my youth was given More than... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1868 - Страниц: 410
...perished, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on...Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all thmgs else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1868 - Страниц: 252
...earth no more ! And with them the Being Beanteons, Who nnto my yonth was Riven, More than all minga else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With...noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine. Takes the vneant ehair heside me, Lays her gentie hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at гаe. With those deep... | |
 | 1871 - Страниц: 314
...perished, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep... | |
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And with them the Being Beauteous,' Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. 
