 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 σελίδες
...love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, When hearts, whose truth was proven. Like thine, are...should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth ; And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal... | |
 | HENRY HOWE - 1859 - 748 σελίδες
...of my better days! Teal's fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thon art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts,...should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their wortiu And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose... | |
 | Henry Simpson - 1859 - 1186 σελίδες
...1849, he quietly breathed his last at the residence of his friend, Charles Walton, at Willow Grove. " When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are...laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To show the world their worth." The simple stone, at the Woodlands Cemetery, tells that Thomas Earle reposes... | |
 | Henry Simpson - 1859 - 1170 σελίδες
...1849, he quietly breathed his last at the residence of his friend, Charles Walton, at Willow Grove. " When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are...laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To show the world their worth." The simple stone, at the Woodlands Cemetery, tells that Thomas Earle reposes... | |
 | Charles William Everest - 1860 - 484 σελίδες
...better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep ; And long, where...should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and... | |
 | Henry Howe - 1861 - 844 σελίδες
...where thon art lymg, Will tears the cold tnrf steep. When hearts, whose trnth was proven, Like ihine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy baud in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and... | |
 | Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1866 - 1010 σελίδες
...knew thec but to love thee, Kor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eves {LAf b`f g g Hb- WOVCTI To tell the world their wortli • And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1867 - 540 σελίδες
...my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying from, eyes unused to weep, And long where...tears the cold turf steep. When hearts whose truth is proven, like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven to tell the world their worth... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1868 - 822 σελίδες
...better days ! None knew tliee but to love thee, None named tliee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep ; And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turl' steep. When hearts, whose truth was provea, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1869 - 434 σελίδες
...better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. \ Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where...should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth ; And I who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and... | |
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Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts,... 
