 | 1848 - 300 ページ
...with it rose her voiee, that he might hear. Perehanee that dark hour brought repose to happy bo, oms near : While she sat, striving with despair, beside...tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer, Ibrth on the rushing storm. — She wiped the death-damp from hia brow with her pate bands aud soft... | |
 | Anna Maria Hall - 1848 - 574 ページ
...that dark hour brought repese to happy boïotns near: While she sat, striving with dcspi.tr, besiiîe his tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer, forth on the nibbing stonn.— She wiped the death-damp from his brow with her pale ЬашЬ and soft ; Whose touch... | |
 | 1848 - 294 ページ
...shottldst speak. The wind rose high, — but with it rose her voiee, that he might hear. Perehanee that dark hour brought repose to happy bosoms near...prayer, forth on the rushing storm.— She wiped the death-damp from his brow with her pale hands and soft; Whose toueh upon the lute-rhords low had stilled... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1850 - 418 ページ
...only thou shouldst speak ! The wind rose high, — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms...tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on'the rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his brow, With her pale hands and soft, Whose... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1850 - 292 ページ
...thou, shouldst speak ! The wind rose high — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : — • Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near ; While she sat striving with despair And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1853 - 946 ページ
...only thou shouldst speak ! The wind rose high, — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear: 853 Btill'd his heart so oft. She spread her mantle o'er his breast, She bathed his lips with dew. And... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1853 - 396 ページ
...only thou, shouldst speak ! The wind rose high — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms...pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute-chords lovr Had stilled his heart so oft. She spread her mantle o'er his breast, She bathed his lips with... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1853 - 296 ページ
...only thou, shouldst speak ! The wind rose high—but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear :— Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near; While she sat striving with despair And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 ページ
...Thou, only thou, should'st speak ! The wind rose high, but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : Perchance that dark hour brought repose, To happy...rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his hrow, With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute chords low, Had still'd his heart so... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1855 - 620 ページ
...only thou shouldst speak ! The wind rose high, — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear: Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms...rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his brow, Wilh her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute-chords low, Had stilled his heart so oft She... | |
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The wind rose high — but with it rose Her voice, that he might hear : — Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near; While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortured form, And pouring her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing... 
