 | Samuel Silas Curry - 1895 - 316 pagine
...Abdullah' n dead!" weeping at its 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 wail and let it lie, it was mine; — it is not I!" Sweet friends! what the women lave for its last... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 802 pagine
...tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers ; Yet I smile and whisper this, — " / am not the thing yon kiss ; Cease your tears, and let it lie ; It was mine, it is not I." Sweet friends 1 What the women lave For its last bed of the grave, Is a tent which I am quitting, Is a garment... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 388 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 ici ix mine, it is not I." Sweet friends ! What the women lave For its last bed of the grave, Is a... | |
 | Catherine Nugent - 1896 - 456 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...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 but a hut which I am quitting, Is a... | |
 | 1896 - 300 pagine
...'Abdallah's dead I ' 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...tears and let it lie ; It was mine, it is not I. Sweet friends I What the women lave, For its last bed of the grave, Is a tent which I am quitting, Is a garment... | |
 | 1896 - 1224 pagine
...Abdallah's dead ! " Weeping at the feet and head. I can sec your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers ; Yet I smile and whisper this : I am...tears and let it lie ; It was mine — it is not I. «. EDWIN ARNOLD — He Who Died at Azan. 132 DEATH. DEATH. It is as natural to die as to be born ;... | |
 | Catherine Nugent - 1896 - 416 pagine
...It was mine, it is not I." Sweet friends! what the women lave For its last bed of the grave, Is but 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. Love the inmate, not the room — The wearer, not the garb— the plume Of... | |
 | Horace Parker Chandler - 1896 - 304 pagine
...JEtotlftfj. * • * * * * * * O WEET friends ! What the women lave For its last bed of the grave Is but 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. Love the inmate, not the room, — The wearer, not the garb, — the plume... | |
 | Hiram Peck McKnight - 1896 - 220 pagine
...falling tears, Hear your sighs and know your fears! " Yet I smile and whisper this: I am not the clay you kiss; Cease your tears and let it lie, It was mine, but 't is not // " Dear one, what the women love For its silent home, the grave, Is a garment I hare... | |
 | John Piersol McCaskey - 1897 - 592 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 garment... | |
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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. 
