 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...chair; Yet, when my eyes, now dim With tears, 1 turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there. I walk my parlor floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair, I'm stepping toward the hall, To give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there:... | |
 | 1852 - 448 pages
...chair ; Yet when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes, — he it not tken I I walk my parlor floor, And through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair ; I'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call, And then bethink me that, — he 'is not there... | |
 | C. Palfrey - 1840 - 754 pages
...I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a foot-fall on his chamber stair ; I'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call; And then bethink me that—he is not there ! I thread the crowded street:— A satchell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pages
...eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there ! I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall...call; And then bethink me that — he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satehell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colour'd hair:... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 pages
...! I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair; I'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satchel'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colour'd hair... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 pages
...eyes, now dim With tears I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there f I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair ; I'm stepping toward the hall To give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there... | |
 | 1844 - 298 pages
...chair; Yet, when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there ! I walk my parlor floor, And, through the open door,...call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satchelled lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colored hair... | |
 | Charles William Everest - 1844 - 480 pages
...chair ; Yet when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes—he is not there ! I walk my parlor floor, And, through the open door,...the hall To give the boy a call; And then bethink me that—he is not there! I thread the crowded street; A satchelled lad I meet, With the same beaming... | |
 | 1844 - 398 pages
...eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there ! I walk my parlour floor, And, through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair; I'm stepping toward the hall, To give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 188 pages
...eyes, now dim with tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there! I walk my parlour floor, and, through the open door, I hear a footfall on the chamber stair : I'm stepping toward the hall to give the boy a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there... | |
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I cannot make him dead ! His fair sunshiny head Is ever bounding round my study chair ; Yet when my eyes, now dim With tears, I turn to him, The vision vanishes — he is not there... 
