 The swan, my love !He is floating down from his native grove ; No loved one now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down, by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that...  Eliza Cook's journal - Pàgina 1771854Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
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...now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes bis wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. . Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like, and sweet, it may waft tbee home." MG DAILY MAXIMS FOR SEPTEMBER. 1 MERCY exceeds... | |
 | 1828 - 608 pàgines
...down from his native grove; He is floating down by himself to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home!" The person who is not moved by the beauty and truth... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1833 - 150 pàgines
...floating down by himself to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings. Yet his sweetest note is the last he sings — Live so, my love, that when death shall come; Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home! LESSON 63. The Better Land. — MRS. HEMAHS. 1. "... | |
 | 1834 - 406 pàgines
...nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love,...eome, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home. A CHEUUD. hi ,\i ; m i. thing, with thine eye of light, And thy brow of eloudless beauty bright. Gazing... | |
 | 1834 - 402 pàgines
...nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home. A CHERUB. BEAUTIFUL thing, with thine eye of light,... | |
 | 1835 - 218 pàgines
...one now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down by himself to die, Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home. GW Doane. 119. THE EAINBOW. Soft falls the mild, reviving... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 pàgines
...and true to the line. Wrhat is that, mother ? The swan, my love. I Vnth darkens his eye and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swanlike and sweet it may waft thee home. 34. WOMAN. — Campbell. In joyous youth, what soul... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 pàgines
...now, no nestling nigh ; He is floating down, by himself, to die. Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings. Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft tliee home. THE GIPSY WANDERER. TWAS night, and the farmer, his... | |
 | Samuel Worcester - 1837 - 264 pàgines
...nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home. ERRORS. 1. Idlik for lark; mown for morn; jist tot... | |
 | John Todd - 1837 - 494 pàgines
...nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings ! Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home !" " That is beautiful indeed, and the instruction... | |
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