 Steals o'er me, ere I am aware, And clasps me in its soft control; A mildly melancholy mood Of sickness, and of solitude, Sad and subduing to the soul. At times I wipe the starting tear, And think, my Father, thou art here, And I am thine, forever thine...  Emily: And Other Poems - Strana 72podľa John Newton Brown - 1840 - Počet stránok 276Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 1825 - Počet stránok 806
...my Father, thou art here, I And I am thine, forever thine ; Should blow succeed to chastening blow, Thou art the very same I know, ; And future blessings dost design. Whence then the sadness that I feel ? Why do these tears unbidden steal ? And whence this deeply mournful mood?... | |
 | 1826 - Počet stránok 436
...think, my Father, thou art here, And I am thine, forever thine ; Should blow succeed to chastening blow, Thou art the very same I know, And future blessings dost design. Whence then the sadness that I feel ? Why do these tears unbidden steal ? And whence this deeply mournful mood?... | |
 | Eleazer Smith - 1856 - Počet stránok 300
...think, my Father, thou art here, And I am thine, forever thine. Should blow succeed to chastening blow, Thou art the very same, I know, And future blessings dost design. 4. Whence, then, this sadness that I feel ? Why do these tears unbidden steal ? And whence this deeply... | |
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