 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. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand...  Poems - Sayfa 16Henry Wadsworth Longfellow tarafından - 1855 - 927 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | 1849 - 782 sayfa
...things else to love me, And is now a saint in Heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes the messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine, "And she sits and gaaes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint like. Looking downward... | |
 | 1839 - 226 sayfa
...Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me. She is now a saint in heaven. VII. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger...vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. VII,. And she sits and gazes at me, With her deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1839 - 614 sayfa
...beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger...downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, It the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air.... | |
 | 1839 - 584 sayfa
...beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep. Comes that messenger...the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward froin the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended. Is the spirit's voiceless prayer. Soft rebukes, in... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - 1840 - 566 sayfa
...her the ballads of the olden time ; while ' She sat, and gazed upon me, With those deep and lender eyes, Like the stars, so still, and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies." I have again heard her breathe my name, in accents sweeter than the song of the nightingale. Another... | |
 | 1840 - 424 sayfa
...Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger...in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air. s " O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 sayfa
...beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger...still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer; Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 sayfa
...Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger...still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Oh, though oft depress'd and lonely,... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 228 sayfa
...Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 584 sayfa
...Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. "With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger...Lays her gentle hand in mine. "And she sits and gazes nt me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from... | |
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