Is fleeting fast—and merrily chime The morning bells ; and the beautiful view Thy touch should, arrest, is fading too! The glow of the cloud is darkening fast. And the sunny mist is almost past; And thy lyre is lying all unstrung ; And thy matin hymn... Poems, - Página 26de Jane Elizabeth Roscoe Hornblower - 1820 - 66 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
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...rapture rife, While wakening into conscious life. О rouse thce! — rouse thee ; — the precious urn» Is fleeting fast; and merrily chime The morning bells:...unbending, Nor is yet the sweet prayer to heaven ascending. Good Night. (By the same.) Good night, good night ; for the deiri are sleep>ne, And the moon in the... | |
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