 | 1830 - 504 pàgines
...that he might hear ; Perchanpe that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near, — While she Mt striving with despair, Beside his tortured form, And...prayer, Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped the death damps from his brow, With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute chords low Had still'd... | |
 | 1827 - 452 pàgines
...high — but with them rose Her voice that he might hear; — Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near : While she sat striving with...With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute chords low, Had stlll'd his heart so oft. She spread her mantle o'er his breast, She bathed his... | |
 | 1828 - 604 pàgines
...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...rushing storm. She wiped the death-damps from his broir, With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute-chords low Had Mill'.] his heart so... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 528 pàgines
...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...hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute-chords low, She spread her mantle o'er his breast, She bath'd his lips with dew, And on his cheek such kisses press'd... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 342 pàgines
...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...so oft. She spread her mantle o'er his breast, She bath'd his lips with dew, And on his cheek such kisses press'd As hope and joy ne'er knew. Oh ! lovely... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 340 pàgines
...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...so oft. She spread her mantle o'er his breast, She bath'd his lips with dew, And on his cheek such kisses press'd As hope and joy ne'er knew. Oh! lovely... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pàgines
...high— but with them rose Her voice, that he might hear; — Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near : While she sat striving with...in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped the death damps from his bronr, Will her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute chords low, Had... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 pàgines
...with them rose Her voice, that he might hear; — .Il*^ « Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near : While she sat striving with...in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped the death damps from his brow, Wih her pale hands and soft. Whose touch upon the lute chords low, Had stilled... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 216 pàgines
...— but with them rose Her voice, that he might hear j — Perchance that dark hour brought repose To happy bosoms near : While she sat striving with despair Beside his tortur'd form, And pouting her deep soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wip'd the death... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1831 - 510 pàgines
...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...soul in prayer Forth on the rushing storm. She wiped tho death-damps from his brow, With her pale hands and soft, Whose touch upon the lute-chords low,... | |
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But oh ! with such a glazing eye, With such a curdling cheek — Love, Love ! of mortal agony Thou, 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... 
