 | 1857 - 780 psl.
...of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more. And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all f inn- to lore me, And is now a saint in Heaven. And he, the young and strong, who cherished Noble... | |
 | 1849 - 782 psl.
...hearted, Come to visit me once more ; " And, with them, the Being Beauteous, WTio unto my youth was givenj More than all things else to love me, And is now a...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... | |
 | 1839 - 226 psl.
...the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more. VI. And with them the being beauteous, 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 divine,... | |
 | 1839 - 584 psl.
...suffering boru, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Reing beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...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 - 1840 - 566 psl.
...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... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 psl.
...Who the cross of suffering wore, Folded iheir pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no morel And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth...still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer; Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 psl.
...Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth...still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Oh, though oft depress'd and lonely,... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 224 psl.
...Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth...and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 584 psl.
...cross of suffering bore, — Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with us on earth no more ! "And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth...Lays her gentle hand in mine. "And she sits and gazes nt me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 688 psl.
...Who the cross of suffering wore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no morel And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth...all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaveu. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside... | |
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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... 
