I born to regions new To see the glories there ? Last eve when sun-set filled the sky With wreaths of golden light, The trees sent up their arms on high, All leafless to the sight, And sleepy mists came down to lie On the dark breast of night. But now... Poems - Página 103de Alonzo Lewis - 1831 - 208 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
| Lyre - 1830 - 396 páginas
...grief my fate betide ; Be still an Eden bright to me My own — MY OWN FIRESIDE ! THE FROSTED TREES. WHAT strange enchantment meets my view, So wondrous bright and fair? Has heaven pour'd out its silver dew On the rejoicing air? Or am I borne to regions new To see the glories there... | |
| Author of The young man's own book - 1836 - 336 páginas
...bliss, and give the sign, To parting friends : — such death be mine ! MONTGoMERY. THE FROSTED TREES. WHAT strange enchantment meets my view, So wondrous bright and fair ? Has heaven ppur'd out its silver dew On the rejoicing air ? Or am I borne to regions new To see the glories there... | |
| Lyre - 1841 - 366 páginas
...grief my fate betide ; Be still an Eden bright to me My own — MY OWN FIRESIDE ! THE FROSTED TREES. WHAT strange enchantment meets my view, So wondrous...out its silver dew On the rejoicing air ? Or am I born to regions new To see the glories there ? Last eve when sun-set filled the sky With wreaths of... | |
| Lyre - 1841 - 374 páginas
...grief my fate betide ; Be still an Eden bright to me My own — MY OWN FIBESIDE ! THE FROSTED TREES. WHAT strange enchantment meets my view, So wondrous...out its silver dew On the rejoicing air ? Or am I born to regions new To see the glories there ? Last eve when sun-set filled the sky With wreaths of... | |
| S. R. - 1860 - 306 páginas
...for pain ; Hope and fear, and peace and strife, Form the thread of human life. THE FEOSTED TBEES. im. WHAT strange enchantment meets my view, So wondrous...new, To see the glories there ? Last eve, when sunset fill'd the sky With wreaths of golden light, The trees sent up their arms on high, All leafless to... | |
| 1879 - 246 páginas
...Paradise ; No pen can truly tell its worth, It is a pearl of endless price. EDWIN DREW. THE FROSTED TREES. What strange enchantment meets my view, So wondrous bright and fair .' Has heaven peur'd out its silver dew Oil the rejoicing air ? Or am I borne to regions new, To see the glories... | |
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