 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 796 страница
...ground. The storm that, wrecks the v.'iptcr sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than sumnîtr evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long...painful head And aching heart beneath the soil. To »lumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And casi, me helpless... | |
 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 788 страница
...sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Tli;in summer evening's latest sigh. That shuts the roac. I long to lay this painful head > And aching heart beneath the soil. To dumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1806 - 186 страница
...winter fky, No more disturbs their deep repofe, Than fummer evening's lateft figh, That ftuts the rofc. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the foil, To flumber in that dreamlefs bed From all my toil. Tor Mifery ftole me at my birth, And caft... | |
 | 1808 - 356 страница
...infamy deplore ; There yet is mercy ; — go thy way, I long to lay this painful head, And sin no more. And aching heart, beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed " Art thou a mourner ?— Hast thou From all my toil. known The joy of innocent delights ? For Mis'ry... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1815 - 186 страница
...feel, where'er I roam, That my heart is still the same, SWITZERLAND is still my home !" . THE GRAVE. THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary...slumber in that dreamless bed . From all my toil. D For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; O my Mother Earth... | |
 | Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 страница
...such sweeUrelief? Yes, my friend ! and, by this token, Y«u have felt, THE JOY 01 GRIEF. THE GRAVE.' '.there is a calm for those -who weep, A rest for...heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless b*d From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And east me helpless on the wild ; I perish... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 страница
...stay, Weep and gaze my soul away : Thou art heaven on earth to me, Lovely, mournful Calvary. THEBE is a calm for those who weep ; A rest for weary pilgrims...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen ! — I will... | |
 | Jane Taylor, Isaac Taylor - 1825 - 236 страница
...fatigues and cresses of life, for a temper weaned from the world. I could, indeed, sometimes say— ' I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart,...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil.' And I have felt too those lines — ' The bitter tear — the arduous struggle ceases here — ' The... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1825 - 232 страница
...winter sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rosa. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless heJ From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; 1 perish... | |
 | 1826 - 590 страница
...There is a calm for those that, weep, A rest foi weary pilgrims fuund — They softly lie, and sweetîy sleep, Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the...aching heart beneath the soil — To slumber in that dreamiest bed From all my toil. Whate'er 1hy lot — whoe'er Ihou be, Confess thy folly, kiss the rod,... | |
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THERE is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found : They softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground. The... 
