 I could not drive away the thought that you were lingering there. 0 many and many a winter night I sat when you were gone, My worn face buried in my hands, beside the fire alone. Within the dripping churchyard, the rain plashing on your stone, You were...  City Poems - الصفحة 30بواسطة Alexander Smith - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 190عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Alexander Smith - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...on your stone, You were sleeping, Barbara. 'Mong angels, do you think Of the precious golden link 1 clasped around your happy arm while sitting by yon...of laughter and guitars, Was emptied of its music, arid we watched, through latticed bars, The silent midnight heaven creeping o'er us with its stars,... | |
 | 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 398
...Within the dripping churchyard, the rain plashing on your stone, You were sleeping, Barbara. " 'Mong angels, do you think Of the precious golden link I...your happy arm while sitting by yon brink? Or when the night of gliding dance, of laughter, and guitars, Was emptied of its music, and we watched, through... | |
 | 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 878
...Within the dripping churchyard, the rain plashing on your stone, You were sleeping, Barbara. 'Mong angels, do you think Of the precious golden link I...stars, Till the day broke, Barbara ? In the years I've changed ; Wild and far my heart hath ranged, And many sins and errors now have been on me avenged... | |
 | Souvenir - 1862 - عدد الصفحات: 266
...on your stone, You were sleeping, Barbara. 'Mong angels, do you think Of the precious golden link 1 clasped around your happy arm while sitting by yon...its stars, Till the day broke, Barbara? In the years I've changed ; Wild and far my heart hath ranged, And many sins and errors now have been on me avenged... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 396
...8 M I bound around your happy arm while sitting on yon brink ? Or when that night of wit and wine, of laughter and guitars, Was emptied of its music, and we watched, through lattice-bars, The silent midnight heaven moving o'er us with its stars, In the years I've changed ;... | |
 | 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 324
...link I bound around your happy arm while sitting on yon brink? Or when that night of wit and wine, of laughter and guitars, Was emptied of its music, and we watched through lattice-bars The silent midnight heaven moving o'er us with its stars, Till the morn broke, Barbara?... | |
 | James Madison Watson - 1875 - عدد الصفحات: 486
...link I bound around your happy arm while sitting on yon brink ? Or when that night of wit and wine, of laughter and guitars, Was emptied of its music, and we watched through lattice-bars, The silent midnight heaven moving o'er us witli its stars, Till the morn broke, Barbara... | |
 | James Madison Watson - 1876 - عدد الصفحات: 484
...link I bound around your happy arm while sitting on yon brink ? Or when that night of wit and wine, of laughter and guitars, Was emptied of its music, and we watched through lattice-bare, The silent midnight heavsn moving o'er us with its stars, Till the morn broke, Barbara... | |
 | Illustrated poems - 1885 - عدد الصفحات: 370
...link I bound around your happy arm while sitting on yon brink ? Or when that night of wit and wine, of laughter and guitars, . Was emptied of its music, and we watched, through lattice-bars, The silent midnight heaven moving o'er us with its stars, Till the morn broke, Barbara?... | |
 | William Watson - 1892 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...on the stone, You were sleeping, Barbara. 'Mong angels, do you think Of the precious golden link 1 clasped around your happy arm while sitting by yon...stars, Till the day broke, Barbara ? In the years I've changed ; Wild and far my heart hath ranged, And many sins and errors now have been on me avenged... | |
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