 Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill. As to my bosom I have tried 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, Absalom !...  The Children's Bower; Or, What You Like - Strana 264autor/autoři: Kenelm Henry Digby - 1858Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Montgomery Robert Bartlett - 1828 - 426 str.
...Cold and dumb:—Absalom.' 3. The grave hath won thee;—I shall hear the gush Of music and the chorus of the young: And life will pass me in the mantling...no more with thy sweet voice shall come To meet me, Absalom! 5. And now farewell! 'tis hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee,... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 str.
...in the mantling blush, And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung;— "The gr»Te hath won thee. I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of the young; But thou no more, with thy sweet voice, shall come To meet me, Absalom ! How will its love for thee,... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 str.
...And hear thy sweet " My Father! " from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom! ' The grave hath won thee ; I shall hear the gush Of music and the voices of the...winds flung ; But thou no more with thy sweet voice shalt come To meet me, Absalom! How will its love for thee, as I depart, Long for thine ear to catch... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1829 - 290 str.
...And hear thy sweet " my father" from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! "The grave hath won thee. I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of the young ; And life will pass me in the mantling bluph, And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung ; — But thou no more, with thy sweet voice, shalt... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 str.
...And hear thy sweet ' my father' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! ' The grave hath won thee. I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of...life will pass me in the mantling blush, And the dark tresess to the soft winds flung ; — But thou no more, with thy sweet voice, shalt come To meet me,... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 str.
...And hear thy sweet " my father" from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! "The grave hath won thee. I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of...the dark tresses to the soft winds flung ; — But (linn no more, with thy sweet voice, shall corns To meet me, Absalom ! " And, oh ! when I am stricken,... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 str.
...Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, ' The grave hath won thee. I shall hear the gush And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung;— But thou no more, with thy sweet voice, shall come Of music, and the voices of the young; Aud life will pass me in the mantling blush, To meet me, Absalom!... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 str.
...And hear thy sweet ' my father ' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom! ' The grave hath won thee. I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of the young; 4.nd life will pass me in the mantling blush, And the dark tresses to the soft winds flung; — Rut... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...And hear thy sweet ' my father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! " But death is on thee. I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of...flung; — But thou no more, with thy sweet voice, shalt come To meet me, Absalom I "And oh! when I am stricken, and my heart, ; Like a bruised reed,... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 str.
...And hear thy sweet ' my Father' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! The grave hath won thec! — I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of...no more with thy sweet voice shall come To meet me, Absalom! And oh, when I am stricken, and my heart Like a bruised reed is waiting to be broken, How... | |
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