 | 1829 - 436 Seiten
...not meet thee there Who bless'd thee at the eventide, my son! And when the shadows of the night steal on, He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted,...giving thee to God, Are in the icy keeping of the sod ! Aye. my own boy ! thy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, And the proud glory of my life... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 Seiten
...thou art now My sole remaining helper. God hath spoken, And the strong heart I lean'd upon is broken; He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted,...giving thee to God, Are in the icy keeping of the sod! He will not meet thee there Who bless'd thee at the eventide, my son! And when the shadows of the night... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 Seiten
...meet thee there Who bless'd thee at the eventide, my son ! And when the shadows of the night steal on, He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted,...giving thee to God, Are in the icy keeping of the sod ! Aye, my own boy ! thy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, And the proud glory of my life... | |
 | James Campbell (teacher of English.) - 1832 - 274 Seiten
...meet thee there Who blessed thee at the even-tide, my son ; And when the shadows of the night steal on, ' He will not call to prayer.— The lips that...Are in the icy keeping of the sod. Ay, my own boy ! tliy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, And the proud glory of my life hath passed, With... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1833 - 690 Seiten
...meet thee there, Who bless'd thee at the eventide, my son ! And when the shadows of the night steal on, He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted,...giving thee to God, Are in the icy keeping of the sod 1 ' Ay, my own boy ! thy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, And the proud glory of my life... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1837 - 266 Seiten
...eventide, my son ! And when the shadows of the night steal on, He will not call to prayer. The Hps that melted, giving thee to God, Are in the icy keeping of the sod ! Ay, my own boy ! thy sire 's with the sleepers of the valley cast, 4 ^nd the proud glory of my life hath past With his high glance... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 Seiten
...thee there Who blessed thee at the eventide, my son ! And when the shadows of the night steal on, 10 He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted,...thy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, 15 And the proud glory of my life hath past, With his high glance of fire. Woe ! that the linden and... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1850 - 278 Seiten
...not meet thee there Who blest thee at the eventide, my son ! And when the shadows of the night steal on, He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted, giving thee to God, Arc in the icy keeping of the sod ! Ay, my own boy ! thy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1854 - 432 Seiten
...meet thee there Who bless'd thee at the eventide, my son ! And when the shadows of the night steal on, He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted,...giving thee to God, Are in the icy keeping of the sod ! Aye, my own boy ! thy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, And the proud glory of my life... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1856 - 382 Seiten
...not meet thce there Who blest thee at the eventide, my son ! And when the shadows of the night steal on, He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted,...Are in the icy keeping of the sod ! Ay, my own boy I thy sire Is with the sleepers of the valley cast, And the proud glory of my life hath pass'd With... | |
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Who bless'd thee at the eventide, my son! And when the shadows of the night steal on, He will not call to prayer. The lips that melted, giving thee to God, Are in the icy keeping of the sod ! Aye. 
