 | Grace Townsend - 1891 - 570 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 am not the thing you miss! Cease your tears and let it lie; It was mine, it is not I. Sweet friends, what the women lave... | |
 | 1892 - 412 pagine
...dear one's dead,' Weeping at the feet and head. [ can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers ; Yet I smile and whisper this : I am...Is a hut which I am quitting, — Is a garment no mure fitting, Is a cage from which at last Like a bird my soul has passed. Love the inmate, not the... | |
 | Virgil, William Rainey Harper, Frank Justus Miller - 1892 - 512 pagine
...Arnold in the poem After De.nlh in Arabia speaks thus of the dead body : It was mine, it is not I. [It] Is a hut which I am quitting, Is a garment no more fitting, • Is a cage, from which at last Like a hawk my soul has passed. 'T is an empty sea-shell — one Out of which the pearl has gone ; The shell... | |
 | Phineas Garrett - 1892 - 970 pagine
...can see your falling tears, And can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this: "Jam 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 For its last bed of the grave, Is a tent which I am quitting, Is a garment... | |
 | Phineas Garrett - 1892 - 970 pagine
...can see your falling tears, And can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this : "Jam not the thing you kiss ; Cease your tears, and let it lie ; It way mine, it is not I." Sweet friends ! what the women lave For its last bed of the grave, Is a tent... | |
 | Virgil - 1893 - 614 pagine
...the poem Aftei Death in Arabia speaks thus of the dead body : It was mine, it is not I. [It] Is n hnt which I am quitting, Is a garment no more fitting, Is a cago, from which at last Like a hawk my soul has passed. 'T is an empty sea-ehell — one Out of which... | |
 | 1894 - 62 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, — "...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... | |
 | Harry John Wilmot-Buxton - 1894 - 292 pagine
...I can hear your cries and prayers ; CJjt Hiscii 3Ltfc. 205 " Yet I smile, and whisper this — 1 1 am not the thing you kiss, Cease your tears, and let it lie, It was mine, it is not I.' When ye come where I have stepped, Ye will marvel that ye wept, Ye will know by true love taught, That... | |
 | 1894 - 136 pagine
...I 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. " Faithful friends ! be wise, and dry Straightway every weeping eye. What ye lift upon the bier Is... | |
 | 1890 - 900 pagine
...in the words of the poet — " What the women lave For the last sleep of the grave, Is a tent that I am quitting ; Is a garment no more fitting ; Is a cage, from which at last Like a bird my soul hath passed." The sentiment, however, did not begin nor does it end with ns. So far back as we find... | |
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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. 
