 For 9t was made of old sadness that lives in my soul. So still grew my heart at each tender word, That the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I ? — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence...  The Shadow of the Obelisk and Other Poems - Pagina 68di Thomas William Parsons - 1872 - 115 pagineVisualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | Thomas William Parsons - 1854 - 196 pagine
...the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I ? — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence...that fluttered outside the hall, And hindered the daylight — yet, ah ! not all ; Too little for that all the forest would be, • — • Such a sunbeam... | |
 | 1854 - 616 pagine
...the pulfc In my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard: Where was IT — not In the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence again. " Like the t=mell of the vine, when Itn early bloom Sprinkle? tlie (rreen lane with sunny perfume, Pvirh a delicate... | |
 | Thomas William Parsons - 1854 - 202 pagine
...the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I ? — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence again. Like the smeil of the vine, when its early bloom Sprinkles the green lane with sunny perfume, Such a delicate... | |
 | Thomas William Parsons - 1854 - 204 pagine
...the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I ? — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence again. Like the smeil of the vine, when its early bloom Sprinkles the green lane with sunny perfume, Such a delicate... | |
 | Thomas William Parsons - 1854 - 204 pagine
...the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I ? — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence again. Like the smeil of the vine, when its early bloom Sprinkles the green lane with sunny perfume, Such a delicate... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 pagine
...the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard: Where was I ! — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence...in doubt. Light shadows played on the pictured wall I1' rom the maples that fluttered outside the hall, And hindered the daylight — yet ah! not all;... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - 564 pagine
...the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I ? — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence...that fluttered outside the hall, And hindered the daylight — yet ah ! not all j Too little for that all the forest would be, — Such a sunbeam she... | |
 | 1865 - 564 pagine
...the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I ? — not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence...lane with sunny perfume, Such a delicate fragrance rilled the room : / Whether it came from the vine without, Or arose from her presence, I dwell in doubt.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1873 - 730 pagine
...lane with sunny perfume. Such a delicate fragrance filled the room : Whether it came from the vipe without, Or arose from her presence, I dwell in doubt....that fluttered outside the hall, And hindered the daylight — yet ah! not all; Too little for that all the forest would be, — Such a sunbeam she was,... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1873 - 348 pagine
...the pulse in my bosom scarcely stirred, And I hardly breathed, but only heard : Where was I?— Not in the world of men, Until she awoke me with silence again. 13 Like the smell of the vine in early bloom Sprinkles the green lane with sunny perfume, Such a delicate... | |
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