 What is that, mother ? 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 the sweetest song is the last he sings....  Ladies' Magazine - Página 4601828Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
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...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 bis wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. . Live so, my love, that when death shall come,... | |
 | 1829 - 860 páginas
...war-clubs.' " Death darkens his eye and unplumes his wing«, Yet his sweetest song i< the last he singsLive so, my love, that when death shall come. Swan-like and sweet, it mny waft thec home !" " РлусЛе, bffurc the Tribumtl of I'pintt. Lift up thine eyes, sweet Psyche... | |
 | Levi Washburn Leonard - 1830 - 228 páginas
...swan, my love ! He is floating down from his native1 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 note is the last he sipgs — Live so, my love, that when death sha^l come, Swan-like and sweet, it... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 páginas
...? The swan, my love ! Me 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 wing», Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. — Live aOj'my love, that when death shall come,... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1833 - 150 páginas
...Mother. 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 note is the last he sings — Live so, my love, that when death shall come; Swan-like and sweet, it... | |
 | 1834 - 406 páginas
...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 the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall eome, Swan-like and... | |
 | 1834 - 402 páginas
...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 the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and... | |
 | 1835 - 218 páginas
...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...shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home. GW Doane. 119. THE EAINBOW. Soft falls the mild, reviving shower From April's changeful skies, And... | |
 | Samuel Putnam - 1836 - 226 páginas
...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...death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft tliee home. THE GIPSY WANDERER. TWAS night, and the farmer, his fireside near, O'er a pipe quaffed... | |
 | John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 páginas
...thine ; Onward, and upward, 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...shall come, Swanlike and sweet it may waft thee home. 34. WOMAN. — Campbell. In joyous youth, what soul hath never known Thought, feeling, taste, harmonious... | |
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