 | Montgomery Robert Bartlett - 1828 - 426 pàgines
...Rejoic'd when he came, in the morning's flam* ' . In the morning's flame, burns now. And the moon's pale light as it lay that night. On the hill side and the...lies where he laid his houseless head;— But, the pilgrim,—where is he? 4. The pilgrim fathers, are at rest:— When summer's thron'd on high, And... | |
 | Timothy Flint - 1828 - 828 pàgines
...exile — sainted name!—- The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, VOL. I — No. C. • • 8 Still lies where he laid his houseless head ; —... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 pàgines
...seen, and then withdrawn. Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's Same bums now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head ;— But the pilgrim—where is... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pàgines
...exile — sainted name ! — The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-aide and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head ; — "But the pilgrim — where... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pàgines
...exile — sainted name ! — The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head ; — But the pilgrim — where... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 pàgines
...morning's flame burns now. * The May-Flower was the name of the vessel in which the pilgrims came. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head ; — But the pilgrim — where... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 pàgines
...In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless...where is he ? The pilgrim fathers are at rest: When summer 's throned on high, And the world's warm breast is in verdure dressed, Go, stand on the hill... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 pàgines
...pilgrim exile—sainted name!— The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head;— But the pilgrim—where is he... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1831 - 294 pàgines
...through an opening cloud, Is seen, and then withdrawn. Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless head ; — But the pilgrim — where... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea, Still lies where he laid his houseless...where is he ? The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest: When summer is throned on high, And the world's warm breast is in verdure dressed, Go, stand on the hill... | |
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The pilgrim exile — sainted name! The hill, whose icy brow Rejoiced, when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now. And the moon's cold light as it lay that night On the hillside and the sea Still lies where he laid his houseless... 
