 The voice, the glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing...  The New Monthly Magazine - Sayfa 4451825Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1826 - 502 sayfa
...cold clay. "Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head ! " He loos'd the steed, — his slack hand fell — upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 sayfa
...cold clay. "Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed, — his slack hand fell — upon the silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 sayfa
...glassy eyes put light—be still! keep down thine ire— Bid these white lips a blessing speak—this earth is not my sire— Give me back him for whom...whom my blood was shed— Thou canst not ?—and a king!—his dust be mountains on thy head!" He loos'd the steed,—his slack hand fell—upon the silent... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 216 sayfa
...cold clay. " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head !" He looos'd the steed, his slack hand fell — upon the silent face He cast one Ion?, deep, troubled look... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 sayfa
...where are they ? — If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul,, send life through this cold clay. " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down...earth is not my sire — Give me back him for whom 1 strove, for whom my blood was shed— Thou canst not ?— and a king ! — his dust be mountains... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 sayfa
...thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not rny sire — Give me hack him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed — Thou canst nut ? — and a king! — his dust be mountains on thy head "I He loosed the steed, — his slack hand... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 sayfa
...cold clay. ' Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...silent face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, than turned from that sad place — His hope was crushed, his after-fate untold in martial strain —... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 sayfa
...cold clay.' 'Into these glassy eyes put light — be still! keep down thine ire — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire...steed, — his slack hand fell — upon the silent i face He cast one long, deep, troubled look, then turned from that sad place — His hope was crushed,... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 sayfa
...glassy eyes put light—be still! keep down thine ire— Bid these white lips a blessing speak—this earth is not my sire— Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed— 17 Thou canst not ?—and a king!—his dust be mountains on thy head!' He loosed the steed,—his... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1831 - 510 sayfa
...clay ! " Into these glassy eyes put light, — be still ! keep down thine ire, — Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom 1 strove, for whom my blood was shed, — Thou canst not — and a king 1 — His dust be mountains... | |
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