 | John Huddlestone Wynne - 1807 - 744 pàgines
...suppose his complaint to be similar to the following : ' I lang to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, ' To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil < For mis'ry stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; I perish;— Oh ! my mother Earth... | |
 | 1806 - 598 pàgines
...Than summer evening's latest sigh. That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil. To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole meat my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; 1 perish; О my Mother Earth ! Take... | |
 | David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1806 - 788 pàgines
...Thaji summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misf ry stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; I perish ¡— — О my mother... | |
 | 1806 - 650 pàgines
...repose, " an summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil. To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild: I perish; O my Mother Earth! Take... | |
 | 1810 - 420 pàgines
...Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil — To slumber in that dreamless bed, From all my toil. For Mit'ry stole me at my birth, And cast me hap less on the wild : I perish ! — Oh, my mother Earth... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1811 - 622 pàgines
...repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helplcss on the wild : I perish ; O my Mother Earth !... | |
 | Elizabeth C. Jones - 1819 - 60 pàgines
...sigh, That shuts the rose. , * + m * . - m I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart bfueath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed, From all my toil» For tnis'ry stole me at my birth, Aflti cast me helpless on the wild, I perish ! — Oh ! my mother... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1821 - 294 pàgines
...Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; I perish ; — Oh, my Mother Earth... | |
 | Jane Taylor, Isaac Taylor - 1825 - 236 pàgines
...weaned from the world. I could, indeed, sometimes say— ' I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil ;— To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil.' And I have felt too those lines — ' The bitter tear — the arduous struggle ceases here — ' The... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 pàgines
...Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil ; To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen ! — I will... | |
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THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. 
