 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagine
...your falling tears, 1 can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this, — " /am uot the thing you kiss; Cease your tears, and let it lie; It was mine, it is not I." Sweet friends! What the women lave For its last bed of the grave. Is a tent which I am quitting, Is a garment... | |
 | Eneas Sweetland Dallas - 1866 - 752 pagine
..."Abdullah's dead !" Weeping at its feet and head : I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sigha and prayers ; Yet I smile, and whisper this, " I am not the thing you kiss ; Cease your wail and let it lie, It was mine. It is not 1 : " Sweet friends ! what the women lave For its last... | |
 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1877 - 348 pagine
...Abdullah's dead ! " Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers ; Yet I smile and whisper this : " I am...and let it lie ; It was mine, it is not I. " Sweet friends ! what the women lave For the last sleep of the grave, Is a hut which I am quitting ; Is a... | |
 | Giles Badger Stebbins - 1877 - 276 pagine
...and let it lie ; It was mine, it is not I." Sweet friends, what the women lave For the last sleep of the grave Is a hut which I am quitting ; Is a garment...Is a cage from which at last, Like a bird, my soul hath passed. Love the inmate, not the room ; The wearer, not the garb ; the plume Of the eagle, not... | |
 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1877 - 338 pagine
...let it lie ; It was mine, it is not I. " Sweet friends ! what the women lave For the last sleep of the grave, Is a hut which I am quitting ; Is a garment...a cage, from which, at last, Like a bird, my soul hath passed. Love the inmate, not the room ; The wearer, not the garb ; the plume Of the eagle, not... | |
 | 1877 - 448 pagine
...Abclallah's dead ! " Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers : Yet I smile, and whisper this; — I...not the thing you kiss :, Cease your tears, and let it,li%; It was mine, it is not I. , j. . . Sweet friends ! what the women lave For the last sleep of... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1878 - 290 pagine
...Abdallah 's dead !" Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this, —. "...tears, and let it lie; It was mine, it is not I." Sweet friends! what the women lave, For the last sleep of the grave, Is a hut which I am quitting, Is a garment... | |
 | George Melville Baker - 1878 - 122 pagine
...can see your falling tears; I can hear your sighs and prayers: Yet I smile, and whisper this, — / am not the thing you kiss. Cease your tears, and let it lie: It was mine; it is not I. Sweet friends ! what the women lave Is a hut which I am quitting; For the last sleep of the grave Is a garment... | |
 | John Wesley Hanson - 1880 - 340 pagine
..."Abdallah's dead !" Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile, and whisper this — "I...and let it lie ; It was mine, it is not 'I.' " Sweet friends ! what the women lave For its last bed of the grave Is a hut which I am quitting, Is a garment... | |
 | 1880 - 138 pagine
...let it lie : It was mine, it is not I." Sweet friends ! what the women lave, For the last sleep of the grave, Is a hut which I am quitting, Is a garment...Is a cage from which at last, Like a bird, my soul hath passed. Love the inmate, not the room, — The wearer, not the garb, — the plume Of the eagle,... | |
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Weeping at the feet and head, I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this, — "I am not the thing you kiss; Cease your tears, and let it lie; It was mine, it is not I. 
