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" FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content to die. but, oh ! not now ! Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury... "
The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles ... - الصفحة 234
1831
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The Pocket magazine of classic and polite literature. [Continued as] The ...

1833 - عدد الصفحات: 636
...shall he the hed-fellow of what was THE HERMIT IN LONDON. THE CHILD OF EARTH. RY THE HON. MRS. NORTON. Fainter her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening hrow ; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content to die — hut, oh ! not now ! —...

Rural Repository, المجلد 9

1882 - عدد الصفحات: 224
...its darling, like the bliss of Heaven ! THE CHILD OF HEALTH. BY MRS. NORTON. Fainter her slow steps falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow ; Yet fondly doth she cling to earth and say, * I am content to die — hul oh, not now I — Not while the...

Belle Assemblée: Or, Court and Fashionable Magazine; Containing Interesting ...

1831 - عدد الصفحات: 352
...And here are some sweetly-touching stanzas—" The Child of Earth"— by the Hon. Mrs. Norton : — " Fainter her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow ; Vet doth she fondly cling to earth and say, ' I am content to die — but oh ! not now !— Not while...

The First-class Reader: A Selection for Exercises in Reading : from Standard ...

Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 288
...Spaniards hy the name of The last sigh of the Moor.' LESSON LXXX. The Child of Earth.—MRS. NORTON. Death's hand is heavy on her darkening brow; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Make the warm air such luxury to breathe— Not while...

The Monthly Repository and Library of Entertaining Knowledge, المجلد 4

1834 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...him, Again to wake his song of praise. THE CHILD OF EARTH. BY MBS. NORTON. Fainter her slow steps fall from day to day; Death's hand is heavy on her darkening...she fondly cling to earth and say, "I am content to die—but oh! not now !— Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Hake the warm air such luxury...

The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...a greater power over the feelings than Mrs. Norton.] EXTRACT FROM MRS. NORTON. THE CHILD OF EARTH. Fainter her slow step falls from day to day, Death's...breathe ; Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing ; Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe. Spare me, great God ! lift up my drooping...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...fraction for the newer call, — But in the mother's heart found room for ALL ! THE CHILD Of EARTH. FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's...breathe ; Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing ; Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe. Spare me, great God ! lift up my drooping...

The First Class Reader: a Selection for Exercises in Reading: From Standard ...

Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 270
...Spaniards by the name of The last sigh of the Moor.' LESSON LXXX. The Child of Earth.—MRS. NORTON. FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's...fondly cling to earth, and say, ' I am content to die—but, oh! not now!— Not while the blossoms of the joyous spring Make the warm air such luxury...

The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...for the newer call, — But in the mother's heart found room for ALL ! THE CHILD OP EARTH. FA1NTKR her slow step falls from day to day, Death's hand is heavy on her darkening hrow ; Yet doth she fondly cling to earth, and say, " I am content to die, — but, oh ! not now !...

The Dream, and Other Poems

Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1841 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...shore — Blest, blest is he that sleepeth, — Weep for the dead no more ! N THE CHILD OF EARTH. I. FAINTER her slow step falls from day to day, Death's...breathe ; Not while the birds such lays of gladness sing ; Not while bright flowers around my footsteps wreathe. Spare me, great God, lift up my drooping...




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