 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1827 - 112 páginas
...settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom! ' Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill When to my bosom I would try to press thee; How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 páginas
...settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy Absalom ! "Cold is thy brow, my sou ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill,... | |
 | 1829 - 436 páginas
...settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom ! ' Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill When to my bosom I would try to press thee ; How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 páginas
...he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom ! ' Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee, When to my bosom I would try to press thee ; And hear thy sweet... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 páginas
...settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy Absalom ! .,>'""*...chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. And hear thy sweet " my father" from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! "The grave hath won thee.... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 páginas
...he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom! How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, ' Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. And hear thy sweet ' my father' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom! Like a rich harp-string, yearning... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness In this clustering hair! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb? My proud boy, Absalom! " Cold...father ! ' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! " But death is on thee. I shall hear the gush Of music, and the voices of the young; And life will... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 páginas
...settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom? " Cold...tried to press thee — How was I wont to feel my pulse's thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thce ! And hear thy sweet ' my Father'... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 292 páginas
...settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair I How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy Absalom ! " Cold...press thee. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, And hear thy sweet " my father" from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom ! " The grave hath won thee.... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1837 - 266 páginas
...settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering nairl How could he mark thce for the silent tomb, My proud boy, Absalom ! " Cold...have tried to press thee ! How was I wont to feel tny pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string, yearning to caress thee, And hear thy sweet " my father... | |
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Alas ! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair ! How could he mark thee for the silent tomb ! My proud boy, Absalom... 
