 Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shouldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And,...  The Quarterly Review - Σελίδα 2911829Πλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
 | 1829 - 488 σελίδες
...hovering, trembles half afraid, Oh. Sister ! sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...thou not kneel beside my head, And, Sister ! sing tue song I love ? To young readers it might be useful to observe, that these verses in one place approach... | |
 | Lucretia Maria Davidson - 1829 - 224 σελίδες
...was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. . When...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love. CUPID'S BOWER. [WRITTEN IN HER FIFTEENTH TEAR.] Am 1 in fairy land ? or tell me, pray, To what love-lighted... | |
 | Lucretia Maria Davidson - 1829 - 220 σελίδες
...hovering, trembles, half afraid ; 0 sister, sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st... | |
 | 1834 - 402 σελίδες
...of gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And, hovering, trembles half afraid, 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? THE FEAR OF MADNESS. THERE is a something which I dread ; It is a dark, a fearful thing ; It steals... | |
 | 1834 - 406 σελίδες
...more, Whieh ne'er for mortal ear was made. i • r • • • . - J 1 i i. li. 'Twere almost saerilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes...breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shnuldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou tint kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 416 σελίδες
...gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And, hovering, trembles half afraid, 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? FRAGMENT.* THERE is a something which I dread, — It is a dark a fearful thing ; It steals along... | |
 | Jared Sparks - 1837 - 490 σελίδες
...trembles, half afraid, Oh sister, sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. "'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. " When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st... | |
 | James Renwick, Oliver William Bourne Peabody - 1837 - 432 σελίδες
...trembles, half afraid, Oh sister, sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. "'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. « When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 σελίδες
...trembles half afraid, Oh, sister ! sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes home by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed,... | |
 | Charles Edwards Lester - 1838 - 272 σελίδες
...often be heard at the still hour of evening, breathing out her soul in prayer to her heavenly father. " "Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away." This fact is more worthy of consideration, since she had now received no religious instruction, and... | |
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