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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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The Star reciter; a collection of prose and poetical gems, selected and ...

Star reciter - 1873 - 330 ページ
...fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eyo, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud...pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caz'ess thee, And hear thy sweet 'My Father !' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! " But death...

Náhbion: Or, the Bible and the Poets

Samuel Wordsworth Bailey - 1874 - 732 ページ
...lair ! That death should settle on thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair 1 How could he mark thee for the silent tomb ! My proud boy, Absalom ! And now, farewell ! 'Tis hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee ; —...

The Pacific Coast First [-fifth] Reader, 第 4 巻

A. W. Patterson - 1875 - 252 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 Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet, 第 1 巻

1876 - 732 ページ
...! That death should settle on thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair — How could he mark thee for the silent tomb My proud...How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee—' i.nd hear thy sweet, ' my father,' from these dumb And cold...

The Literary Reader: Typical Selections from the Best British and American ...

George Rhett Cathcart - 1876 - 452 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...press thee ! How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Jjike a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet ' My father ! ' from these dumb...

The Speaker's Garland and Literary Bouquet: Combining 100 Choice Selections ...

1876 - 734 ページ
...settle on thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair — How could he mark (bee for the silent tomb My proud boy Absalom ! Cold is...and I am chill As to my bosom I have tried to press thec — How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee—...

The Great Men of God: Biographies of Patriarchs, Prophets, Kings and ...

William Francis Pringle Noble - 1876 - 628 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 I "Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee, How was I wont...

ECHOES FROM THE HEART

EMMA MOODY - 1876 - 368 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. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill.— Like a rich harpstring,—yearning to caress thee; And...

Model First[-fourth] Reader ...

John Russell Webb - 1876 - 514 ページ
...fair! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in thy clustering hair ; How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom ! 13. Cold is thy brow, my son, and I am chill. As to my bosom I have tried to press thee, How was...

The Code poetical reader, by a teacher

Code poetical reader - 1877 - 168 ページ
...And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! * How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, 30 ' My proud boy, Absalom ! " Cold is thy brow, my son...Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, 35 And hear thy sweet ' My father !' from those dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! " The grave hath won...




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