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" Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. "
Biographical Memoir of John Montagu: With a Sketch of Some of the Public ... - Sida 435
efter W. A. Newman - 1855 - 612 sidor
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volym 36–37

742 sidor
...Mrs. Smith. What do you think of the following, taken at random ? — " Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations." " 0 noble poet ! thon whose heart Is like a nest of singing...
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The Golden Legend

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 352 sidor
...Within these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my...
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The Golden Legend

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 344 sidor
...Within these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my...
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The Golden Legend

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 324 sidor
...Within these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Volym 1

Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 sidor
...bless, Lie scatter'd at the feet of men like flowers. WORDSWOBTH. TIME. Time hath laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. LOVE OF FAME. Nature cares not Although her loveliness should...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volym 29

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1853 - 606 sidor
...Ernest. The beauty of the following image will be at once recognized : Time has laid hin hand Upon my heart gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. In the chapel the eye of the prince is arrested by a blind...
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The golden legend [a play]. Illustr. from designs by B. Foster and J.E. Hay

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1854 - 270 sidor
...Within these walls, where all should be at peaee, I have mv trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackeloth, and in my...
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The Guardian, Volym 6–7

1855 - 902 sidor
...each darkening hour, And weave a dream of Heaven ! COMFORT IN OLD AGE. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. — LONGFELLOW. 1856.] Simeon's Christmas Joy. 361 SIMEON'S...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With Prefatory Notice ...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 568 sidor
...Within these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my...
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Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1856 - 810 sidor
...Within these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my...
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