 | Anthony Trollope - 1868 - 798 pàgines
...! and breast without breath ! la there no voice ? — no language of death ? y y2 " Dumb to the car and still to the sense, But to heart and to soul distinct, — intense ? " Sec, now, — I listen with soul, not ear — What was tho secret of dying, Dear ? ' ' Was it tho... | |
 | 1873 - 572 pàgines
...and she. He and she ; but she would not speak, Though he kissed, in the old place, the quiet cheek. He and she ; yet she would not smile, Though he called...heart and to soul distinct, intense ? "See now; I will listen with soul, not ear; What was the secret of dying, dear ? "Was it the infinite wonder of... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 pàgines
...yet she would not speak, Though he kissed, in the old place, the quiet cheek. He and she; yet they would not smile, Though he called her the name she...to the ear and still to the sense, But to heart and soul distinct, intense ? "Seenow ; I will listen with soul, not ear; What was the secret of dying,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 pàgines
...smile, Though he called her the name she loved erewhile. He and she ; still she did not move To any passionate whisper of love. Then he said : "Cold lips,...to the ear and still to the sense, But to heart and soul distinct, intense ? ' ' See now ; I will listen with soul, not ear ; What was the secret of dying,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 pàgines
...still she did not move To any one passionate whisper of love. Then he said : " Cold lips und breasts without breath, Is there no voice, no language of death ? " Dumb to the car and still to the sense, But to heart and to soul distinct, intense? "See now; I will listen with... | |
 | Thomas Sheldon Andrews - 1879 - 456 pàgines
...speak, Tho' he kissed, in the old place, the quiet check. He and she; yet she would not smile, Tho' he called her the name she loved erewhile. He and...heart and to soul, distinct, intense? " See now; I will listen with soul, not ear; What was the secret of dying, dear? " Was it the infinite wonder of... | |
 | George Melville Baker - 1879 - 734 pàgines
...still she did not move To any one passionate whisper of love. Then he said : " Cold lips and breasts without breath, Is there no voice, no language of...heart and to soul distinct, intense ? " See, now ; I will listen with soul, not ear ; What was the secret of dying, dear ? " Was it the infinite wonder... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 pàgines
...still she did not move To any one passionate whisper of love. Then he said : " Cold lips, and breasts de, Where all the ransomed and angels Ы- : Over the river, the mystic river, My childhood's intenso ? " See now ; I will listen with soul, not ear ; What was the secret of dying, dear ) " Was... | |
 | Gus Williams - 1881 - 556 pàgines
...speak, Tho' he kissed, in the old place, the quiet cheek. He and she : yet she would not smile, Tho' he called her the name she loved erewhile. He and...heart and to soul distinct, intense ? " See, now ; I will listen with soul, not ear ; What was the secret of dying, dear? " Was it the infinite wonder of... | |
 | 1881 - 200 pàgines
...he and she, He and she ; but she would not speak, Though he kissed in the old place the quiet cheek. He and she ; yet she would not smile, Though he called...death, " Dumb to the ear and still to the sense, But to the heart and soul distinct, intense? " See ! now I will listen with soul, not ear : What was the secret... | |
| |
Was it the infinite wonder of all That you ever could let life's flower fall ? " Or was it a greater marvel to feel The perfect calm o'er the agony steal ? 
