 | Washington Irving - 1820 - 364 pągines
...affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would...even in the hour of agony, would forget the friend ov ir whom he mourns? Who, even when the tomb is closing upon the remains of her he most loved; when... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1821 - 354 pągines
...affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would...recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would wilh'ngly forget the most tender of parents, though to remember be but to lament? Who, even in the... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1821 - 596 pągines
...to forget ; but this wound we consider it as a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would...willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom som from her arms, though every recollection is a pang ? Where is the child that would willingly forget... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1821 - 612 pągines
...forget ; but this wound we consider it as a duty to keep open • — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would...willingly forget the infant that perished like a blossom som from her arms, though every recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would willingly forget... | |
 | 1828 - 394 pągines
...duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother that would willingly forget the infant that perished like...agony, would forget the friend over whom he mourns 1 Who, even when the tomb is closing upon the remains of her he most loved, when he feels his heart,... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1829 - 522 pągines
...affliction to forget ; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would willingly forget tftte infant that perished like a blossom from her arms', though every recollection is a pang ? Where... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1834 - 320 pągines
...affliction to forget ; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would willingly forget the infant that pierished like a blossom from her arms, though every recollection is a pang ? Where is the child that... | |
 | 1835 - 396 pągines
...duty to keep open—this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother that would willingly forget the infant that perished like...child that would willingly forget the most tender parents, though to remember be but to lament f Who, even in the hour of agony, would forget thefriend... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1835 - 196 pągines
...forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and hrood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would willingly...blossom from her arms; though every recollection is pang ? Where is the child that would willingly forget the most tender of parents , though to remember... | |
 | Hours - 1839 - 232 pągines
...affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it as a duty to keep open,—this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude. Where is the mother who would...recollection is a pang? Where is the child that would forget the most tender of parents, though to remember be but to lament? Who, even in the hour of agony,... | |
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The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal — every other affliction to forget; but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open — this affliction we cherish and brood over in... 
