 | 1886 - 528 pàgines
...rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic...that never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their heart's sad story ; Weep for the voiceless,... | |
 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1886 - 752 pàgines
...rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber. But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? \ A few can touch the magic...that never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their heart's sad story, — Weep for the... | |
 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1886 - 746 pàgines
...gale ! THE VOICELESS. We count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber. A few can touch the magic string. And noisy Fame is...that never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone , Whose song has told their heart's sad story, — Weep for the... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1887 - 410 pàgines
...rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic...that never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts' sad story, — Weep for the... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1887 - 596 pàgines
...rest Where the sweet wailing singers slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic...that never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts' sad story, — Weep for the... | |
 | Emily Katherine Bates - 1887 - 318 pàgines
...The Voiceless," which have re-echoed through countless hearts, and won their immortality thereby. ' ' A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is...never sing, But die with all their music in them. " Oh hearts that break and give no sign, Save whitening lip and fading tresses, Till death pours out... | |
 | Thomas William Herringshaw - 1890 - 1032 pàgines
...lines? Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers! We count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...never sing. But die with all their music In them!' Old Time, In whose bank we deposit our notes, Is a miser who always warns guineas for groats; He keeps... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1890 - 976 pàgines
...no friend, however dear, Waste one hope, one fear for me. PERCY BYHBIIE SHELLEY. í I) с boicelcee. WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...that never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone, Whose song has told their hearts' sad story : Weep for the voiceless,... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1890 - 362 pàgines
...lyres that rest Where the sweet wailing singers But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic...that never sing, But die with all their music in them 1 Weep for the voiceless, who have known The cross without the crown of glory ! Not where Leucadian... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1890 - 450 pàgines
...The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is prond to win them : — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them ' Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their hearts' sad story, — Weep for the... | |
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The wild flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to win them ; — Alas for those that never sing, But die with all their music in them ! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song has told their... 
