Tis true his stone is graven fair, " Here lies, remote from mortal care ; " I can not tell how both may be, But well I know he talked with me. 12. And oft, when other fires are low, I sit within that midnight glow — My head upon his shoulder leant,... Poems - Página 125por Edna Dean Proctor - 1890 - 257 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| Richard Edwards - 1867 - 386 páginas
...dawn I sat alone ! 11. Tis true his rest this many a year Has made the village church-yard dear; 'Tis true his stone is graven fair, " Here lies, remote from mortal care;" I can not tell how both may be, But well I know he talked with me. 12. And oft, when other fires are... | |
| Richard Edwards - 1867 - 372 páginas
...church-yard dear ; 'Tis true his stone is graven fair, " Here lies, remote from mortal care ; " I can not tell how both may be, But well I know he talked with me. 12. And oft, when other fires are low, I sit within that midnight glow — My head upon his shoulder... | |
| Richard Edwards - 1867 - 374 páginas
...dawn I sat alone ! 11. Tis true his rest this many a year Has made the village church-yard dear ; 'Tis true his stone is graven fair, " Here lies, remote from mortal care ; " I can not tell how both may be, Bat well I know he talked with me. 12. And oft, when other fires are... | |
| John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 558 páginas
...into morn. . . . 'Tis true, his rest this many a year Has made the village church-yard dear ; 'Tis true, his stone is graven fair, " Here lies, remote from mortal care." I cannot tell how this may be, But well I know he talked with me. HEAVEN, O LORD, I CANNOT LOSE. Now summer finds her... | |
| D. H. Wever - 1908 - 656 páginas
...the dawn I sat alone! Tis true his rest this many a year Has made the village church-yard dear; 'Tis true his stone is graven fair, "Here lies, remote...to sweet delay Till stars and shadows yield to day. r I "* HERE is nothing which helps us to feel that our lives •*• have been worth living as the... | |
| Richard Edwards - 1867 - 368 páginas
...alone ! ******* 11. 'Tis true his rest this many a year Has made the village church-yard dear ; 'Tis true his stone is graven fair, " Here lies, remote from mortal care ; " I can not tell how both may be, But well I know he talked with me. 12. And oft, when other fires are... | |
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