 Oh ! then, sweeter than perfume Borne on aromatic breeze, To the softened spirit come Those dear Olden Memories ! In our days of mirth and gladness, We may spurn their faint control, But they come, in hours of sadness, Like sweet music to the soul ; And...  Trifles in Verse: A Collection of Fugitive Poems - Sida 15efter Lewis Jacob Cist - 1845 - 184 sidorObegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | William Turner Coggeshall - 1860 - 708 sidor
...mirth and gladness, We may spurn their faint control, But they come, in hours of sadness, Like swect music to the soul ; And in sorrow, o'er us stealing...when life departs. Death from dross the spirit frees, Cheri.-h, in thine heart of beans, All thine Olden Memories ! TO MY MOTHER. MOTHER ! they say to me,... | |
 | William Turner Coggeshall - 1864 - 708 sidor
...sweeter than perfume Borne on aromatic breeze, To the softened spirit come Those dear Olden Memories ! In our days of mirth and gladness, We may spurn their...Memories ! TO MY MOTHER. MOTHER ! they say to me, that thon Beginnest to grow old ; That time, in furrows on thy brow, Hath placed his impress cold. 'Tis... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 sidor
...night-wind through the trees, Sweet to hear, though sad and lone, are those olden memories ! * * * In our days of mirth and gladness, we may spurn their...in thine heart of hearts, all thine olden memories. Now let us in imagination turn our gaze towards the magnificent spectacle of an iceberg, which our... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1880 - 474 sidor
...night-wind through the trees, Sweet to hear, though sad and lone, are those olden memories ! * * * In our days of mirth and gladness, we may spurn their...in thine heart of hearts, all thine olden memories. Now let us in imagination turn our ga/,e towards. the magnificent spectacle of an iceberg, which our... | |
 | Frederick Saunders, Minnie K. Davis - 1899 - 768 sidor
...Of the night-wind through the trees, Sweet to hear, though sad and lone, Are these olden memories. In our days of mirth and gladness, We may spurn their...departs, Death from dross the spirit frees, Cherish in thy heart of hearts All thine olden memories. THE DEATH OF THE BABE CHRISTABEL. (From "The B»ll»d... | |
 | 1909 - 672 sidor
...they come, in hours of sadness, They are leaves of precious healing, Like sweet music to the soul. They are fruits of choicest balm. Ever till, when...departs. Death from dross the spirit frees, Cherish in thy heart of hearts Jlournal. DEATH BENEFIT. Published Monthly by the International United Brotherhood... | |
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