 And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand...  Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Page 328edited by - 1850Full view - About this book
 | 1857 - 780 pages
...departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more. And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all f inn- to lore me, And is now a saint in Heaven. And he, the young and strong, who cherished Noble... | |
 | 1849 - 782 pages
...hearted, Come to visit me once more ; " And, with them, the Being Beauteous, WTio unto my youth was givenj More than all things else to love me, And is now a...Heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes the messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine, "And she sits... | |
 | New York (N.Y.) - 1839 - 226 pages
...suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more. VI. And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me. She is now a saint in heaven. VII. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1839 - 614 pages
...of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with ue on earth no more ! And with them the Being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given,...chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like, Looking... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Digital images - 1839 - 174 pages
...suffering bore, — Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given,...chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking... | |
 | American periodicals - 1839 - 584 pages
...suffering boru, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Reing beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like, Looking... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1840 - 328 pages
...of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given,...chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840 - 686 pages
...of suffering wore, Folded iheir pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no morel And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given,...chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - American poetry - 1840 - 224 pages
...of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given,...chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1840 - 588 pages
...Night. [Jan. Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with us on earth no more ! " And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given,...beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. " And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking... | |
| |
