 | John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 psl.
...him, and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of wo :— " Alas! my noble boy! that thou should'st die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That...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,... | |
 | Montgomery Robert Bartlett - 1828 - 426 psl.
...30. David's lamentation over the dead body of Absalom. I. "Alas! my noble son, that thou should'st die! Thou who wert made so beautifully fair! That death should settle in the glorious eye, And leave his stillness in this clust'ring hair! How could he mark thee for the silent... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1829 - 290 psl.
...and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of wo : — " Alas ! my noble boy! that thou should'st die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That...Absalom ! " Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string,... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 psl.
...and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of wo : — ' Alas ! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That...Absalom ! ' Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string,... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 psl.
...him, and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of wo: — ' Alas ! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That...Absalom! ' Cold is thy brow, my son! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee. How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string,... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 psl.
...In the resistless eloquence of wo :— , ,-< f „*' Alas ! my noble hoy ! that thou should'st die t Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! ; That death....,>'""* " 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... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 psl.
...and broke forth The pall from the still features of his child, In the resistless eloquence of wo:— Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That death should settle in thy glorious eye, ' Alas! my noble boy! that thou shouldst die! And leave his stillness in this clustering hair! How... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 psl.
...thy breast, And drop, forgetful, to thy nest. FROM "ABSALOM." "Alas! my noble boy! that thou shouldst die! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair! That...Absalom! " Cold is thy brow, my son ! and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee! How was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp-string,... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 psl.
...him, and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of wo. " Alas, my noble boy! — that thou should'st die! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair — That...Absalom? " Cold is thy brow, my son! — and I am chill, As to my bosom I have tried to press thee — How was I wont to feel my pulse's thrill, Like a rich... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 292 psl.
...and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of wo : — " Alas ! my noble boy ! that thou should'st die ! Thou, who wert made so beautifully fair ! That...eye, And leave his stillness in this clustering hair I How could he mark thee for the silent tomb, My proud boy Absalom ! " Cold is thy brow, my son ! and... | |
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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... 
