 | Mrs. Julia Susan Wheelock Freeman - 1870 - 296 pages
...their number is daily increasing. The representatives of many a broken home circle slumbers there. Sigh not, ye winds, as passing o'er The chambers of...For these no more shall ever weep, shall ever sigh. The " Home " was not, as many supposed, purchased by Government, but by soldiers of the regular army.... | |
 | Jane Louisa Willyams - 1871 - 526 pages
...the anxious gaze of — Gertruda ? Alas, no ! CHAPTEE XLIV. AND LAST. FOOTSTEPS ON THE SANDS OF TIME. Sigh not, ye winds, as passing o'er The chambers of...for these no more Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh. THE destroying angel had nearly poured out the full phial of his wrath on the castle and neighbourhood... | |
 | 1903 - 84 pages
...the tented field Or in the battle's van, The fittest place for man to die Is where he dies for man." 'Sigh not ye winds, as passing o'er The chambers of...for these no more Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh. Why mourn the throbbing heart at rest? How still it lies within the breast ! Why mourn when death presents... | |
 | Henry Pynchon Robinson - 1907 - 380 pages
...sorest wrong. And while the living parting, silent weep, The lifeless low are chanted to their sleep. "Sigh not, ye winds, as passing o'er The chambers...for these no more Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh. Why mourn the throbbing heart at rest? How still it lies within the breast ! Why mourn when Death presents... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 pages
...As this old worn out stuff, which is threadbare To-day, May become Everlasting To-morrow. 416 Elegy Sigh not, ye winds, as passing o'er The chambers of the dead you fly ; Weep not, ye dews, for these no more Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh. Why mourn the throbbing... | |
 | Sir John Collings Squire - 1927 - 492 pages
...Till clay-cauld death sail blin' my e'e, Ye aye sail be my dearie !" ANNE HUNTER (1742-1821) Elegy SIGH not, ye winds, as passing o'er The chambers of the dead you fly ; Weep not, ye dews, for these no more Shall ever weep, shall ever sigh. Why mourn the throbbing... | |
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The throbbing heart's at rest; How still it lies within the breast! Why mourn? Since Death presents us peace And in the grave our Sorrows cease... 
