 | 1829 - 514 pages
...past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noonday blast That strew'd it on my evening walk. So, when the morn of life awoke, My hopes sat bright on fancy's bloom. Forgetful of the death-aim'd stroke That laid them in my Helen's tomb. Watch there, my hope*,— watch Helen sleep,-«... | |
 | 1829 - 520 pages
...genius : LIKES, By Robert PoUok, Author of " Th» Count of Time." At morn a dew-bathed rose I past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noonday blast That strew'd it on my evening walk. So, when the morn of life awoke, My hopes sat bright on fancy's bloom, Forgetful of the... | |
 | 1829 - 642 pages
...man of genius : UKU, By Robert PoUok, Author ofTke Came of Time." At morn a dew-bathed rose I past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noonday blast That Btrew'd it on my evening walk. So, when the morn of life awoke, My hopes sat bright on fancy's bloom,... | |
 | David Pollok - 1843 - 482 pages
...past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noon- day blast, That strewed it on my evening walk. So when the morn of life awoke, My hopes sat bright on Fancy's bloom ; Unheedful of the death-aimed stroke, That laid them in my Helen's tomb. Watch there, my hopes, watch... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 pages
...dew-bathed row I part, All lovely on it* native «talk, Unmindful of the noolMlay blast. That atrew'd it on my evening's walk. So, when the morn of life awoke, My ho|>e* eat bright on fancy's bloom. Forgetful of the death-aimed Htroke, That laid them in my Helen's... | |
 | 1876 - 618 pages
...answer, while I sketeh in brief the history of man. HELEN'S TOMB. At morn a dew bathed rose I past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noon-day...when the morn of life awoke, My hopes sat bright on faney's bloom, Forget ful of the death-aimed stroke That laid them in my Helen's tumb. Wateh there... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 504 pages
...fellow-creatures with sentiments of humanity and compassion. HELEN'S TOMB. At morn a dew-bathed roae I psst. All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noon-day blast. That etrew'd it on my evening's walk. So, when the morn of life awoke, My hol,es sat bright on fancy's bloom,... | |
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At morn a dew-bathed rose I past, All lovely on its native stalk, Unmindful of the noonday blast That strew'd it on my evening walk. So, when the morn of life awoke, My hopes sat bright on fancy's bloom, Forgetful of the death-aim'd stroke That laid them... 