 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1820 - 628 páginas
...distance.) ' To the sound of timbrels sweet, Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on the roail, To the virgin's blest abode ; With thy yellow torches...wine have ceast; And now we set thee down before The jealously-unclosjng door ; That the favour'd youth admits Where the veiled virgin sits In the bliss... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1820 - 616 páginas
...it:— (At a distance) ' To the sound of timbrels sweet, Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne theu on the road, To the virgin's blest abode ; With thy...And the mirth and wine have ceast; And now we set tbee down before The jealously-unclosing door; That the favour'd youth admits Where the veiled virgin... | |
 | 1820 - 632 páginas
...convinced, will thank us x-*for it : — i li <-. ill -I, • H a ' To the sound of timbrels sweet, Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on the road, \ To the virgin's blest abode ; With thv yellow torches gleaming, And thy scarlet mantle streaming, And the canopy above Swaying as we slowly... | |
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1840 - 388 páginas
...fearful. THIRD JEW. Hark! what's there? Fresh horror ! (At a distance.) To the sound of timbrels sweet*, Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on...the joyous feast, And the mirth and wine have ceast ; * The bridal ceremonies are from Calmet, Harmor, and other illustrators of Scripture. It is a singular... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 páginas
...THIRD JEW. Hark ? what 's there ? Fresh horror! ;At a distance.) To the sound of timbrels eweet, (l8) Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on...left the joyous feast. And the mirth and wine have ceased ; And now we set thee down before The jealously-unclosing door ; That the iavoiir'd youth admits... | |
 | Henry Hart Milman - 1840 - 396 páginas
...fearful. THIRD JEW. Hark ! what 's there ? Fresh horror! (At a distance.) To the sound of timbrels sweet*, Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on...left the joyous feast, And the mirth and wine have coast ; And now we set thee down before The jealously-unclosing door ; That the favour'd youth admits... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 páginas
...it To a stranger and more fearful. THIRD JEW. Hark 1 what 's there Î Fresh horror! (At a dislance.) To the sound of timbrels sweet, (18) Moving slow our...canopy above Swaying as we slowly move. , *" Thou hast le.ffclho'joyQue, feast,'. And the minh and wine have ceased ¡ And now we set thee down before The... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...pleasing let me live With merry heart, that laughs at care. MARRIAGE HYMN. To the sound of timbrels sweet Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on...left the joyous feast, And the mirth and wine have ceased; A nd now we set thee down before The jealously-enclosing door, That the favour'd youth admits... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...pleasing let me live With merry heart, that laughs at care. MARRIAGE HYMN. To the sound of timbrels sweet Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on...left the joyous feast, And the mirth and wine have ceased; And now we set thee down before The jealously-unclosing door, That the favour'd youth admits... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 páginas
...fearful. THIRD JEW. Hark? what's there! Fresh horror! (At a distance.) To the sound of timbrels »лее!, (18) Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee...left the joyous feast, And the mirth and wine have ceased : And now. we set thee down but»» The jealously-unclosing door ; That the favour'd youth admin... | |
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Moving slow our solemn feet, We have borne thee on the road, To the virgin's blest abode; With thy yellow torches gleaming, And thy scarlet mantle streaming, And the canopy above Swaying as we slowly move. Thou hast left the joyous feast, And the mirth... 
