 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 σελίδες
...spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes-like I breathe... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 σελίδες
...! from thce I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of cnre, And they complain no more. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes-like...Descend with broad-winged flight, The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night. No poem ever opened with a beauty more august.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 174 σελίδες
...spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 σελίδες
...strain. He makes us feel that there are " Voices of the Night" which cheer, elevate, and console : O holy night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Then the forms of the departed Enter... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 σελίδες
...strain. He makes us feel that there are " Voices of the Night" which cheer, elevate, and console : 0 holy night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layout thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Then the forms of the departed Enter... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 σελίδες
...spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 σελίδες
...cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; . The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,0 holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes-like I breathe... | |
 | Thomas Powell - 1850 - 382 σελίδες
...one I love ! * * * " O, holy night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has done before ; Thou layest thy finger on the lips of care, And they complain no more !" We must, however, warn Mr. Longfellow against the indiscriminate use of " stars " and celestial... | |
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That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air, My spirit drank repose; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows. 
