 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1866 - 300 pages
...sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life...of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where... | |
 | Robert Cowtan - 1866 - 430 pages
...them, Thousands of throbbing hearts,where theirs are at rest for ever ; 62 "Naught on earth abideth.'" Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from labour ; Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey." While its daily service... | |
 | Robert Cowtan - 1866 - 436 pages
...in its sacred precincts, found myself repeating the poet's lines, — " Daily the tide of life goes ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest for ever ; 62 "Naught on earth abideth." Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy;... | |
 | Cornelius Conway Felton - 1867 - 534 pages
...primeval ; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside...of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where... | |
 | Cornelius Conway Felton - 1867 - 534 pages
...primeval ; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside...of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where... | |
 | Cornelius Conway Felton - 1867 - 534 pages
...ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer...toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their lab'ors, Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey ! " Some attempts have... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1870 - 642 pages
...sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life...theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, vhere theirs have ceased from their labours, Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1872 - 730 pages
...sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life...Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest andfor ever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1873 - 294 pages
...sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life...of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1873 - 632 pages
...Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides oflife go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever, Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy, Thousands of toiling hands, where... | |
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STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic church-yard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily... 
