 His voice — his face — is gone ; " To feel impatient-hearted, Yet feel we must bear on ; Ah, I could not endure To whisper of such woe, Unless I felt this sleep ensure That it will not be so.  The Quarterly Review - Pągina 3311818Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Leonard Southerden Wood - 1921 - 365 pągines
...quiet tears, — These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years. . . . Ah, first-born of thy mother, When life and hope were new, Kind playmate...His voice '— ' his face ' — is gone ; To feel impatient-hearted, Yet feel we must bear on ; Ah, I could not endure To whisper of such woe. Unless... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1923 - 776 pągines
...brother. Thy sister, father too ; My light, where'er I go. My bird, when prison-bound, 30 My hand in hand companion, — no. My prayers shall hold thee round....He has departed ' — ' His voice' — ' his face' — 'isgone '; To feel impatient-hearted. Yet feel we must bear on ; Ah, I could not endure To whisper... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 1100 pągines
...pat my stooping head, ! cannot bear the gentleness, — The tears are in their bed. Ah, first-liorn of thy mother, When life and hope were new ; Kind...No, My prayers shall hold thee round. To say, " He his departed " — " His voice " — " his face " — is gone. To feel impatient-hearted, Yet feel... | |
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 | Ann Blainey - 1985 - 210 pągines
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