 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 404 Seiten
...Friendship paid, in speechless sorrow drowned, Thy midnight rites, but not on hallowed ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh...light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between, Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1854 - 374 Seiten
...Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom ! And sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb ! Cease every joy to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh...light of Hope behind ! What though my winged" hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few, and far between ! Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 Seiten
...and Persian died. BYKON. THE PLEASURES OF HOPE. CEASE, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, O leave, the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel's visits, few and far between ? Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 508 Seiten
...midnight rites, but not on hallowed ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave, 0, leave the light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between, Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 Seiten
...midnight rites, but not on hallowed ground! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave—oh! leave the light of Hope behind! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few, and far between! Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1858 - 156 Seiten
...midnight rites, but not on hallowed ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave—oh! leave the light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between, Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | Allen Hayden Weld - 1860 - 136 Seiten
...sink, ye stars, that light me to the tomb! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave—oh! leave the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bli^s have been, 55 Like angel-visits, few and far between, Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
 | 1863 - 392 Seiten
...Friendship paid, in speechless sorrow drown'd. Thy midnight rites, but not on hallow'd ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh...light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been Like angel-visits, few and far between, Her musing mood shall every pang appease, And... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1865 - 504 Seiten
...Science ! hast thou wandered there, To waft us home the message of despair ? Ibid. Line 325. Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh...light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between.* Ibid. Line 375. In life's morning march,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1864 - 154 Seiten
...Friendship paid, in speechless sorrow drowned, Thy midnight rites, but not on hallowed ground ! Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh...light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between, Her musing mood shall every pang appease,... | |
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Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh ! leave the light of HOPE behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few and far between... 
