 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...  Voices of the Night - Página 16por Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1840 - 144 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1849 - 782 páginas
...things else to love me, And is now a saint in 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 and gaaes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint like. Looking downward... | |
 | 1839 - 226 páginas
...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...vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. VII,. And she sits and gazes at me, With her deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like,... | |
 | 1840 - 702 páginas
...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...so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skin. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer ; Soft rebukes, in blessings... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1839 - 614 páginas
...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...downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended, It the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air.... | |
 | 1839 - 584 páginas
...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...the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward froin the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended. Is the spirit's voiceless prayer. Soft rebukes, in... | |
 | 1839 - 596 páginas
...beauteous, Who unto my youth woe 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...Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes et me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward from... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - 1840 - 566 páginas
...her the ballads of the olden time ; while ' She sat, and gazed upon me, With those deep and lender eyes, Like the stars, so still, and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies." I have again heard her breathe my name, in accents sweeter than the song of the nightingale. Another... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 páginas
...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...still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Oh, though oft depress'd and lonely,... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 228 páginas
...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...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
 | Francis Jenks, James Walker, Francis William Pitt Greenwood, William Ware - 1840 - 422 páginas
...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...gentle hand in mine. " And she sits and gazes at me W T ith those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from... | |
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