 Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill As to my bosom I have tried to press thee ! How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet ' My father /' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom !...  The Family magazine - Sayfa 4641830Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1827 - 112 sayfa
...tomb, My proud boy, Absalom! ' Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill When to my bosom I would try to press thee; How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet "My Father!" from these dumb And cold lips,... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 sayfa
...and their chief, The mighty Joab, stood beside the bier, And gazed upon the dark pall steadfastly, As if he feared the slumberer might stir. A slow step...And hear thy sweet " my father" from these dumb And cora lips, Absalom ! And life will pus me in the mantling blush, And the dark tresses to the soft winds... | |
 | 1829 - 436 sayfa
...tomb, My proud boy, Absalom ! ' Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill When to my bosom I would try to press thee ; How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet " My Father ! " from these dumb And cold lips,... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 sayfa
...he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom ! ' Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee, When to my bosom I would try to press thee ; And hear thy sweet... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 sayfa
...hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom! ' Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press...hear the gush Of music, and the voices of the young; 4.nd life will pass me in the mantling blush, And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung; — Rut... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 sayfa
...could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy Absalom ! .,>'""* " Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. And hear thy sweet " my father" from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! "The grave hath won thee.... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 sayfa
...silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom! How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, ' Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. And hear thy sweet ' my father' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom! Like a rich harp-string, yearning... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 sayfa
...How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom? " Cold is thy brow, my son! — and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee — How was I wont to feel my pulse's thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thce ! And hear thy sweet ' my Father'... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 292 sayfa
...hair I How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy Absalom ! " Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, And hear thy sweet " my father" from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! " The grave hath won thee.... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1837 - 266 sayfa
...nairl How could he mark thce for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom ! " Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee ! How was I wont to feel tny pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet " my father... | |
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