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" Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! "
The Sixth Reader of the Popular Series - Σελίδα 477
των Marcius Willson - 1882 - 544 σελίδες
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Hymns of the Ages

1877
...the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly meflage brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Caft from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that fings: Build thee more ftately man fions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted...

Hymns of the Ages

1877
...the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly meffage brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Caft from her lap, forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer...Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that fings : Build thee more ftately manfions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted...

Harriet Martineau's Autobiography ...

Harriet Martineau - 1877
...archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child...note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn 1 While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build...

Poetry of America: Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876

William James Linton - 1878 - 387 σελίδες
...archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretch'd in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child...the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul ! As the swift seasons roll, — Leave thy low- vaulted...

Poetry of America: Selections from One Hundred American Poets from 1776 to 1876

William James Linton - 1878 - 387 σελίδες
...archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretch'd in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child...horn ! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep eaves of thought I hear a voice that sings : Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul ! As the swift...

The Pacific Coast Fourth Reader, Βιβλίο 4

1878 - 240 σελίδες
...Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last found home, and knew the old no more. 4. Thanks for the...forlorn ! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Thau ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings,...

Victoria Magazine, Τόμος 32

1879
...archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child...Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn ! While on my ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that singg Build thee more stately...

Choice poems and lyrics, for study and delight, ed. by J.T. Ashby

Choice poems - 1879
...archway through, Built up its idle door, [more. Stretch'd in his last-found home, and knew the old no Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child...dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton l blew from wreathed horn ! While on mine ear it rings, [sings : — Through the deep caves of thought...

Prescott's Paragon Reciter: An Unusually Attractive Collection of the Very ...

1880 - 192 σελίδες
...archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more. Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child...the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted...

The Family Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best ...

William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1065 σελίδες
...archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old. no more. wi' the bonny blue een Î Her smile is the sweetest...my love is below in the valley, Where wild-flowers : — Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted...




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