 MY Mother's voice ! how often creeps Its cadence on my lonely hours ! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly, • But in the still unbroken air Her gentle...  The Harp of Sylva - Page 108by Edward Conway Jones - 1841 - 218 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1829 - 436 pages
...had been a breathing sleep. BETTEE MOMENTS. Mr mother's voice ! how often creeps Its cadence on my lonely hours ! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly, But in the still unbroken air Her gentle... | |
 | 1829 - 436 pages
...gluten, a matter eminently putrescent. Мv mother's voice ! how often creeps Its» cadence on ray loneiy hours! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious floweis. I can forget her melting prayer, While leaping: pulses madly fly, But in the still uubroken... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pages
...man be gather'd to the tomb ! BETTER MOMENTS. Mr Mother's voice ! how often creeps Its cadence en my lonely hours ! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly, But in the still unbroken air Her gentle... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pages
...not for her ! BETTER MOMENTS. BY NP WILLtS. MY mother's voice ! how oft doth creep Its cadence on my lonely hours! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly, But in the still unbroken air Her gentle... | |
 | Mary Atkinson Maurice - 1833 - 312 pages
...their children. STRONG. BETTER MOMENTS. MY mother's voice ! — how often creeps Its cadence on my lonely hours ; Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer, While leaping pulses madly fly, But in the still unbroken air Her gentle... | |
 | 1834 - 402 pages
...dreariness, To see the young so gay. BETTER MOMENTS. MY mother's voice ! how often creeps Its cadence on my lonely hours ! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly, But in the still unbroken air And years,... | |
 | 1836 - 382 pages
...voice, memory now unwillingly contrasted with its present harshness. Once it had stolen on her ear — " Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers — " hut now its very tone seemed changed, and she recoiled from his passive emhrace with a shuddering,... | |
 | Rosamond Culbertson, Samuel B. Smith - 1836 - 336 pages
...to a hotel about six miles from Nasrt * " My mother's v-oice ! How often creeps Its cadence o'er my lonely hours, ' * • Like healing sent on wings of...flowers ! I can't forget her melting prayer, 'E'en while my pulses madly fly; And in the still, unbroken air, Her gentle tones come stealing by. And years,... | |
 | Smith Bartlett Goodenow - 1839 - 156 pages
...from earth to heaven. — Payson. MY MOTHER. My mother's voice ! how often creep Its accents o'er my lonely hours ! Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer, While leaping pulses madly fly ; But in the still, unbroken air, Her... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 pages
...not for her ! BETTER MOMENTS. BY NP WILLIS. MY mother's voice ! how oft doth creep Its cadence on my lonely hours ? Like healing sent on wings of sleep, Or dew to the unconscious flowers. I can forget her melting prayer While leaping pulses madly fly, But in the still unbroken air Her gentle... | |
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