 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pàgines
...single pulse receiving, But it was sent thee with some tender thought — How can I leave thee here ! Alas, for man ! The herb in its humility may fall,...Nothing but love to us, are thrust away, The earth thrown in upon our just cold bosoms, And the warm sunshine trodden out forever ! Yet have I chosen... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 558 pàgines
...single pulse receiving, But it was sent thee with some tender thought — How can I leave thee here ! Alas, for man ! The herb in its humility may fall,...the bright and genial air, While we, by hands that ministcr'd in life Nothing but love to us, are thrust away, The earth thrown in upon our just cold... | |
 | Hugh Murray - 1844 - 392 pàgines
...single pulse receiving, But it was sent thee with some tender thought — How can I leave thee here ! Alas, for man ! The herb in its humility may fall,...Nothing but love to us, are thrust away. The earth thrown in upon our just cold bosoms, And the warm sunshine trodden out for ever. Carlos Wilcox was... | |
 | 1844 - 298 pàgines
...receiving, But it was sent thee with some tender thought — How can I leave thee here.' Alas, for man 1 The herb in its humility may fall, And waste into the bright and genial air, While we, by hands that ministered in life Nothing but love to us, are thrust away, The earth thrown in upon our just cold... | |
 | John Keese - 1844 - 140 pàgines
...receiving, But it was sent thee with some tender thought — How can I leave thee here/ Alas, for man 1 The herb in its humility may fall, And waste into the bright and genial air, While we, by hands that ministered in life Nothing but love to us, are thrust away, The earth thrown in upon our just cold... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1845 - 350 pàgines
...single pulse receiving But it was sent thee with some tender thought, How can I leave thee — here ! Alas for man ! The herb in its humility may fall And...love to us — are thrust away — The earth flung in upon our just cold bosoms, And the warm sunshine trodden out for ever ! Yet have I chosen for thy... | |
 | 1845 - 636 pàgines
...single pulse receiving But it was sent thee with some tender ihouglit, How can I leave thee—here! Alas for man ! The herb in its humility may fall, And waste into the bright and genial air. While we—by hands that minister'd in life Nothing but love to us—are thrust away— The earth flung in... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1848 - 504 pàgines
...single pulse receiving But it was sent thee with some tender thought, How can I leave thee — here ! Alas for man ! The herb in its humility may fall And...love to us — are thrust away — The earth flung in upon our just cold bosoms, And the warm sunshine trodden out forever ! Yet have I chosen for thy... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1849 - 392 pàgines
...single pulse receiving But it was sent thee with some tender thought, How can I leave thee — here ! Alas for man ! The herb in its humility may fall,...love to us — are thrust away — The earth flung in upon our just cold bosoms, And the warm sunshine trodden out forever ! Yet I have chosen for thy... | |
 | 1849 - 274 pàgines
...single pulse receiving But it was sent thee with some tender thought, How can I leave thee — here ! Alas for man ! The herb in its humility may fall,...love to us — are thrust away — The earth flung in upon our just cold bosom, And the warm sunshine trodden out for ever ! Yet have I chosen for thy... | |
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Thou, who so late wast sleeping Warm in the close fold of a mother's heart, Scarce from her breast a single pulse receiving But it was sent thee with some tender thought, How can I leave thee — here... 
