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 in... Bentley's Miscellany - Page 76edited by - 1840Full view - About this book
| 1849 - 782 pages
...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... | |
| New York (N.Y.) - 1839 - 226 pages
...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,... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Digital images - 1839 - 174 pages
...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. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
| Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1839 - 614 pages
...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. Uttered not, yet comprehended, It the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
| American periodicals - 1839 - 584 pages
...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... | |
| Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1840 - 566 pages
...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 - American poetry - 1840 - 328 pages
...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...yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Oh, though oft depress'd and lonely, All my fears are laid aside If I but remember only Such as these... | |
| Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1840 - 588 pages
...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. " Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
| Theology - 1840 - 424 pages
...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. " Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
| Edward Payson Weston - American poetry - 1840 - 226 pages
...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. Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
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