 | 1839 - 428 pages
...Till harsh hands tore me thence away, But, then, there came a fearful day ; And told me she was dead. That eve, I knelt me down in woe, And said a lonely...Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand was there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear; I rose a wild and... | |
 | Lydia Howard Sigourney - 1839 - 322 pages
...knelt me down in wo, To say a lonely prayer ; And still my temples seem'd to glow, As if that hand was there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay...pastimes dear ; I rose, a wild and wayward boy, Who scorn'd the curb of fear. Fierce-passions shook me like a reed ; But ere, at night, I slept, That soft... | |
 | George Willson - 1840 - 298 pages
...thought strange sleep 'enchained her soul, For no fond voice replied. 6 That eve, I knelt me down in wo And said a lonely prayer, Yet, still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand were there. 7 Years fled — and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear, I rose a wild and wayward... | |
 | 1842 - 414 pages
...stole To lay it by her side, And thought strange sleep enchained her sonl, For no fond voice replied. That eve I knelt me down in woe And said a lonely praver; Yet still my temples seemed to glow, As if that hand were there. Years fled, and left me childhood's... | |
 | 1846 - 656 pages
...stole To lay it by her side: [soul, And thought strange sleep enchained her For no fond voice replied. That eve, I knelt me down in woe, And said a lonely...prayer ; Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that haud were there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear : I rose a wild... | |
 | 1845 - 396 pages
...though strange sleep enchained her soul, Yet no fond voice replied. That eve I knelt me down in wo, And said a lonely prayer ; Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand was there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear; I rose a wild and... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - 456 pages
...thought strange sleep enchained her soul, For no fond voice replied. That eve, I knelt me down in wo, And said a lonely prayer ; Yet still my temples seemed...and pastimes dear; I rose a wild and wayward boy, Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; Yet, ere at night I slept, That soft hand made my bosom bleed,... | |
 | George Stillman Hillard - 1858 - 248 pages
...fearful day; I sought my mother's bed, Till harsh hands tore me thence away, And told me she was dead. That eve I knelt me down in woe, And said a lonely...Yet still my temples seemed to glow As if that hand was there. Years fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear; I rose a wild and... | |
 | Lydia Howard Sigourney - 1860 - 276 pages
...wo, To say a lonely prayer ; And still my temples seem'd to glow, As if that hand was there. Sears fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports, and...pastimes dear ; I rose, a wild and wayward boy, Who scorn'd the curb of fear. Fierce passions shook me like a reed ; But ere, at night I slept, That soft... | |
 | Lays - 1862 - 406 pages
...stole To lay it by her side, And thought strange sleep enchained her soul, For no fond voice replied. That eve I knelt me down in woe, And said a lonely...temples seemed to glow As if that hand were there. Tears fled, and left me childhood's joy, Gay sports and pastimes dear ; I rose a wild and wayward boy,... | |
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For no loud voice replied. That eve, I knelt me down in woe, And said a lonely prayer, Yet, still my temples seemed to glow, As if that hand were there. 
