| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 182 pages
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 176 pages
...lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, « Father, I thank thee!" STII.I stands the forest primeval; but far away from its...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where their* are at rest and for ever, Thousands of aching brains where... | |
| 1848 - 544 pages
...crosses and tombstones, He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him." —p. 84 - 86. " STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...lovers are sleeping, Under the humble walls of the Tittle Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides... | |
| 1848 - 544 pages
...crosses and tombstones, He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him." —p. 84 - 86. " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...lovers are sleeping, Under the humble walls of the Tittle Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides... | |
| 1848 - 468 pages
...pressed his lifeless head to her aching bosom, murmuring, " Father, I thank Thee !" And now within the walls of the little Catholic churchyard in the heart of the city, the wearied lovers are sleeping side by side, unknown and unnoticed. " Daily the tides of life go ebbing... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849 - 170 pages
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meeldy she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!" STILI stands the forest primeval; but far away from its...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs Thousands of aching brains where theirs no longer are busy,... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 pages
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee ! " Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are Thousands of aching brains, where theirs r»* longer... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 124 pages
...pain, and constant anguish of patience! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and for ever, Thousands of aching brains, where... | |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee!" STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and for ever ; Thousands of aching brains,... | |
| 1851 - 788 pages
...On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. ' Gabriel IO my beloved!' • * • Still stands the forest primeval; but, far away from...in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
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