 The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal — every other affliction to forget ; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in...  North American Second Class Reader - Página 128por David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1853 - 296 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1821 - 596 páginas
...sensual desire, and returns, like a holy flame, to illumine and sanctify the heart of the survivor. ' The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which...affliction to forget ; but this wound we consider it as a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, Sir William Smith, Rowland Edmund Prothero Baron Ernle, George Walter Prothero - 1821 - 612 páginas
...sensual desire, and returns, like a holy flame, to illumine and sanctify the heart of the survivor. ' The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which...affliction to forget ; but this wound we consider it as a duty to keep open • — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the... | |
 | 1828 - 394 páginas
...refreshed by the presence of its object, but the love of the human soul can live on long remembrance ! The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which...cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother that would willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1829 - 522 páginas
...sensual desire, and returns, like a holy flame, to illumine and sanctify the heart of the survivor. The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which...solitude. Where is the mother who would willingly forget tftte infant that perished like a blossom from her arms', though every recollection is a pang ? Where... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1834 - 320 páginas
...every sensual desire, and returns like a holy flame to illumine and sanctify the heart of the survivor. The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which...mother who would willingly forget the infant that pierished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection is a pang ? Where is the child that... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 páginas
...SECTION VII. Affection for the Dead. — IRVING. THE sorrow for the dead', is the only sorrow from0 which we refuse to be divorced'. Every other wound', we seek to heaV — every other affliction', to forget'; but this wound', we consider it a duty to keep open'... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1835 - 196 páginas
...sensual desire, and returns , like a holy flame, to illumine and sanctify the heart of the survivor. The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which...duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and hrood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would willingly forget the infant that perished like... | |
 | 1835 - 398 páginas
...reader, if he pleases, look back to that article before he peruses these deeply affecting lines WJ] The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which...forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open—this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother that would willingly... | |
 | 1836 - 282 páginas
...every sensual desire, and returns like a holy flame to illumine and sanctify the heart of the survivor. The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which...affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Wherd is the mother who would willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom from her arms,... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1839 - 362 páginas
..., is the only sorrow fromc which we refuse to be divorced'. Every other wound', we seek to hear— every other affliction', to forget'; but this wound',...the infant*' . . that perished', like a blossom', fromh her arms', though every recollection is a pang'? Where is the child that would willingly forget... | |
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