 To love when he was slumbering at her side In his unconscious infancy — " So still ! " 'Tis a soft sleep ! How beautiful he lies, With his fair forehead, and the rosy veins Playing so freshly in his sunny cheek ! How could they say that he would die...  Rural Repository - Page 321843Full view - About this book
 | 1842 - 622 pages
...and lifted him Into her bosom, till her heart grew strong. His beauty was so unlike death. She lean'd Over him now, that she might catch the low Sweet music of his breath, that she had learn'd To love when he was slumbering at her side, In his unconscious infancy. So still ! 'Tis a soft... | |
 | 1829 - 434 pages
...lip, and lifted him Into her bosom, till her heart grew strong — His beauty was so unlike death ! She leaned Over him now, that she might catch the low Sweet music of his breath, that she had learn'd To love when he was slumbering at her side In his unconscious infancy — — " So still !... | |
 | 1829 - 440 pages
...lip, and lifted him Into her bosom, till her heart grew strong — His beauty was so unlike death ! She leaned Over him now, that she might catch the low Sweet music of his breath, that she had learn'd To love when he was slumbering at her side In his unconscious infancy — — " So still !... | |
 | 1828 - 430 pages
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 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1835 - 274 pages
...lip, and lifted him Into her bosom, till her heart grew strong— His beauty was so unlike death ! She leaned Over him now, that she might catch the low Sweet music of his breath, that she had learn'd To love when he was slumbering at her side In his unconscious infancy— —" So still! "Tis... | |
 | 1838 - 446 pages
...lifted him Into her bosom, 'till her heart grew strong. His beauty was so unlike death ! She lean'd Over him now, that she might catch the low Sweet music of his breath, that she had learn'd To love when he was slumbering at her iid: In his unconscious infancy— —So still I "Tis... | |
 | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1843 - 500 pages
...lip, and lifted him Into her hosom, till her heart grew strong— His heauty was so unlike death ! She leaned Over him now, that she might catch the low Sweet music of his hreath, that she had learn 'd To love when he was slumhering at her side In his unconscious infancy... | |
 | Horatio Hastings Weld - 1847 - 282 pages
...lifted him Into her bosom, till her heart grew strong — His keauty was so unlike death ! She lean'd Over him now, that she might catch the low Sweet music of his breath, that she had learn'd To love when he was slumbering at her side In his unconscious infancy — "So still! Tis a... | |
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