 GAVE my Harp to Sorrow's hand, And she has ruled the chords so long, They will not speak at my command ; — They warble only to her song. Of dear, departed hours, Too fondly loved to last, The dew, the breath, the bloom of flowers, Snapt in their freshness...  The West Indies, and Other Poems - Pàgina 84per James Montgomery - 1814 - 160 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | James Montgomery - 1865 - 382 pàgines
...to last, The dew, the breath, the bloom of flowers, Snapt in then. freshness by the blast : Of long, long years of future care, Till lingering Nature yields...strain, And wake this wild Harp's clearest tones, (183) The chords, impatient to complain, Are dumb, or only utter moans. And yet, to soothe the mind... | |
 | 1865 - 380 pàgines
...to last, The dew, the breath, the bloom of flowers, Snapt in their freshness by the blast : Of long, long years of future care, Till lingering Nature yields...strain, And wake this wild Harp's clearest tones, (183) The chords, impatient to complain, Are dumb, or only utter moans. And yet, to soothe the mind... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 828 pàgines
...to last, The dew, the breath, the bloom of flowers, Snapt in their freshness by the blast: Of long, nd brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving...and rounding, And bubbling and troubling and doublin Sow, My spirit trembles with the strings, Responsive to the notes of wo. Would gladness move a sprighllier... | |
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