 Gone ! — the companion of her mirth and sadness, The friend and playmate of her childish years ; Life, in thy absence, loseth half its gladness, And this deep darkness doubly dark appears : The long, long day is more than night without thee — Thrice...  Trifles in Verse: A Collection of Fugitive Poems - Strana 164podľa Lewis Jacob Cist - 1845 - Počet stránok 184Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | 1846 - Počet stránok 372
...day is more than night without thee — Thrice welcome night! for all sweet dreams about thee! OME HOME! SWEET SISTER! — Ah! how much I miss thee —...spirit's sadness, and the low-voiced tone, — The round full drops, that will not brook concealing, These tell of one deep grief — I AM ALONE! Alone!... | |
 | 1846 - Počet stránok 372
...day is more than night without thee— Thrice welcome night! for all sweet dreams about thee! :OME HOME! SWEET SISTER! — Ah! how much I miss thee — All thy kind shielding from life's rude alarms — 'rom day's first dawn, when erst I sprang to kiss thee, Till night still found me nestling in thine... | |
 | William Turner Coggeshall - 1860 - Počet stránok 704
...might crave — Their forms are in the grave, Their souls in heaven ! THE BLIND GIRL TO HER SISTER. COME home, dear sister ! Sad and lonelyhearted, As...The spirit's sadness, and the low-voiced tone, The round full drops that will not brook concealing, These tell of one deep grief — I am alone ! Alone... | |
 | William Turner Coggeshall - 1860 - Počet stránok 708
...souls in heaven ! THE BLIND GIEL TO HER SISTER. COME home, dear sister ! Sad and lonelyhearted, AB o'er another ray of light withdrawn, As for the sunshine...The spirit's sadness, and the low-voiced tone, The round full drops that will not brook concealing, Those tell of one deep grief — I am alone ! Alone... | |
 | William Turner Coggeshall - 1864 - Počet stránok 708
...without thee — Thrice welcome night ! for all sweet dreams about thee ! Come home, sweet sister I Ah, how much I miss thee — All thy kind shielding...The spirit's sadness, and the low-voiced tone, The round full drops that will not brook concealing, These tell of one deep grief — I am alone ! Alone... | |
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