 And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand...  Southern Presbyterian Review - Page 2321858Full view - About this book
 | 1849 - 782 pages
...things else to love me, And is now a saint in Heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes the messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine, "And she sits and gaaes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint like. Looking downward... | |
 | 1839 - 226 pages
...Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me. She is now a saint in heaven. VII. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger...vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. VII,. And she sits and gazes at me, With her deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 pages
...the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep,...she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1839 - 614 pages
...the Being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep,...she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Uttered not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | 1840 - 424 pages
...the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep...she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. " Uttered not, yet... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 pages
...the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep...she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 686 pages
...the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep...she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended,... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - 1840 - 224 pages
...the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep,...she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer, Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1840 - 588 pages
...the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep,...she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. " Uttered not, yet... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1840 - 688 pages
...beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaveu. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger...she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies. Utter'd not, yet comprehended,... | |
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