 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1891 - 314 pàgines
...upbraids ; His name a nation's heart shall keep Till morning's latest sunlight fades THE VOICELESS WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1891 - 314 pàgines
...upbraids ; His name a nation's heart shall keep Till morning's latest sunlight fades THE VOICELESS WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1892 - 562 pàgines
...give words to her grief, and they could not. — Will you bear a few stanzas of mine ? THE VOICELESS. We count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...noisy Fame is proud to win them; — Alas for those who never sing, But die with all their music in them! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1892 - 374 pàgines
...give words to her grief, and they could not. — Will you hear a few stanzas of mine ? THE VOICELESS. We count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...noisy Fame is proud to win them; — Alas for those who never sing, But die with all their music in them! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song... | |
 | 1892 - 406 pàgines
...give words to her grief, and they could not. — Will you hear a few stanzas of mine ? THE VOICELESS. We count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...noisy Fame is proud to win them; — Alas for those who never sing, But die with all their music in them! Nay, grieve not for the dead alone Whose song... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1892 - 516 pàgines
...heart shall keep Till morning's latest sunlight fades On the blue tablet of the deep ! _ THE VOICELESS WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1892 - 504 pàgines
...tongue upbraids; His name a nation's heart shall keep Till morning's latest sunlight fades THE VOICELESS WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1892 - 500 pàgines
...His name a nation's heart shall keep Till morning's latest sunlight fades THE VOICELESS THE VOICELESS WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1892 - 310 pàgines
...upbraids ; His name a nation's heart shall keep Till morning's latest sunlight fades THE VOICELESS WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number ? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1892 - 448 pàgines
...name a nation's heart shall keep Till morning's latest sunlight fades THE VOICELESS 247 THE VOICELESS WE count the broken lyres that rest Where the sweet...slumber, But o'er their silent sister's breast The wild-flowers who will stoop to number? A few can touch the magic string, And noisy Fame is proud to... | |
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Alas for those who 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, who have known The cross without the crown of glory! 
