The Gift Book of GemsDavid Bugbee & Company, 1856 - 312 sidor |
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... sound . Come , let me strike thy chords once more , And , while my fingers o'er them roam , Return the strain beloved of yore , And murmur , Harp , of Home . Yes , this is Home ! its tasseled pines , Its rugged hills , its short - lived ...
... sound . Come , let me strike thy chords once more , And , while my fingers o'er them roam , Return the strain beloved of yore , And murmur , Harp , of Home . Yes , this is Home ! its tasseled pines , Its rugged hills , its short - lived ...
Sida 2
... sound and shock , ' Tis of the wave , and not the rock ; ' Tis but the flapping of the sail , And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempests ' roar , In spite of false lights on the shore , Sail on , nor fear to breast ...
... sound and shock , ' Tis of the wave , and not the rock ; ' Tis but the flapping of the sail , And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempests ' roar , In spite of false lights on the shore , Sail on , nor fear to breast ...
Sida 7
... sound , So fall our thoughts into the dark Hereafter , And their mysterious echo reaches us . PRECIOSA . I have felt it so , but found no words to say it ! I cannot reason ; I can only feel ! But thou hast language for all thoughts and ...
... sound , So fall our thoughts into the dark Hereafter , And their mysterious echo reaches us . PRECIOSA . I have felt it so , but found no words to say it ! I cannot reason ; I can only feel ! But thou hast language for all thoughts and ...
Sida 17
... sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes . A tear out of his eyes . Toiling , rejoicing , sorrowing , Onward ...
... sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more , How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard rough hand he wipes . A tear out of his eyes . Toiling , rejoicing , sorrowing , Onward ...
Sida 18
... sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air , As clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning ...
... sound , The river flowed between . No other voice nor sound was there , No drum , nor sentry's pace ; The mist - like banners clasped the air , As clouds with clouds embrace . But , when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning ...
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