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" Alas! my noble boy, that thou shouldst die! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That death should settle in thy glorious eye. And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom! "
Melanie and Other Poems - 183 ページ
Nathaniel Parker Willis 著 - 1835 - 231 ページ
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Sketches

Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1827 - 112 ページ
...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,...

The National Reader: A Selection of Exercises in Reading and Speaking ...

John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 ページ
...fair! That death 'should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy Absalom ! "Cold is thy brow, my sou ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill,...

Specimens of American Poetry: With Critical and Biographical Notices ..., 第 3 巻

Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 ページ
...fair! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud...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...

Kettell, Samuel: Specimens of American Poetry...

1829 - 436 ページ
...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,...

The National Reader: A Selection of Exercises in Reading and Speaking ...

John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 ページ
...! ; That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud...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....

The Academical Speaker: A Selection of Extracts in Prose and Verse, from ...

Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 ページ
...eye, ' Alas! my noble boy! that thou shouldst die! And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the 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...

The English Orator: a Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation

James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 ページ
...— That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud...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'...

The National Reader: A Selection of Exercises in Reading and Speaking ...

John Pierpont - 1835 - 292 ページ
...fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair I How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud...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....

The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry; Consisting of ...

Jesse Olney - 1838 - 346 ページ
...fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom ! 7. " Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. How was...

The American Common-place Book of Poetry: With Occasional Notes

George Barrell Cheever - 1841 - 418 ページ
...leave his stillness in this clustering hairHow could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud hoy Absalom ! " Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thce How was 1 wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee . And...




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