 | Henry Headley - 1787 - 212 pàgines
...much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there ; I will not faile To meet thee in that hollow vale. And think not much...am already on the way, And follow thee with all the fpeed Deflre can make, or forrows breed, Each minute is a fhort degree, And ev'ry houre a ftep towards... | |
 | Henry Headley - 1787 - 232 pàgines
...much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there ; I will not faile To meet thee in that hollow vale. And think not much of my delay ; I am al ready on the way, And follow thee with all the fpeed Pefire can make, or forrows breed. Each minute... | |
 | James Anderson - 1792 - 396 pàgines
...much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.Stay for me there; I will not faile To meet thee in that hollow vale. And think not much...Desire can make, or sorrows breed. Each minute is a fhort degree, And ev'ry houre a step towards thee. At night when I betake to rest, Kext morn I rise... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fills the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there! I will not fail To meet thee in the hollow vale. And think not much of my delay: I am already on the way. And follow thee with all... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 pàgines
...to see, And I no more would weep and sigh, Woe 'i me ! Woe 'imel VOL. VIII. 2 H 578 THE VISIONARY. " Stay for me there ! I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale." ILL-FATED and mysterious man ! Bewildered in the brilliancy of thine own imagination, and fallen in... | |
 | 1841 - 300 pàgines
...sickness, must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. ' Stay for me there ; I will not fail...of my delay ; I am already on the way, And follow then with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrows breed. WILLIS GATLORD CLARK. Each minute is a short... | |
 | James Robert Boyd - 1844 - 372 pàgines
...sickness, must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there ; I will not fail To...follow thee with all the speed Desire can make, or sorrow breed. Each minute is a short degree, And every hour a step toward thee , At night, when I betake... | |
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Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves, and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb. Stay for me there: I will not fail To meet thee in that hollow vale. 
