 | 1858 - 862 psl.
...preaching, or any former generation of the past. TUB LIGHT ON THE HEARTH.— PAET IlL CHAPTER X. ' Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon. May glides onward into June." "LiKE the swell of some sweet tune," like the rising of rich melody, is the progress of young life,... | |
 | 468 psl.
...by the cataract's roar ? 0, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — Life hath enaros ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some...Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many numbered ; — Age, that bough with snows encumbered. Gather, then, each flower that grows, When... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 psl.
...thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, —...many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with snows encumbered Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 psl.
...thou voices on the shore, That our ears pereeive no more, Deafen'd by the cataract's roar ? O, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, —...glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumber'd Birds and blossoms many-number'd ; — Age, that bough witb snows encumber'd. Gather, then,... | |
 | 1842 - 818 psl.
...cataract's mat 7 0, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Can- and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet...noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the hough where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; Age, that bough, with snows encumbered. Gather,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 psl.
...thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! « Care and age come unawares ! 1 4 Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. % •... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 psl.
...thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, —...many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with snows encumbered Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that tent of snows.... | |
 | 1843 - 758 psl.
...thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, • Deafened by the cataract's roar ? O thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — life...and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tone, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumber'd... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 psl.
...Hearest thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafen'd by the cataract's roar ? 0, thon child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come nnawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June.... | |
 | 1846 - 302 psl.
...thou voices on the shore, That our ears perceive no more, Deafen'd by the cataract's roar ? O, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — Life...and blossoms many-numbered; — Age, that bough with snow encumbered. Gather, then, each flower that grows, When the young heart overflows, To embalm that... | |
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Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. 
