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" Our very hopes belied our fears — Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; she had Another morn than ours! "
The Book of English Elegies - الصفحة 298
المحررون: - 1879 - عدد الصفحات: 316
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 1022
...But now 't is little Joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. THE DEATH- BED. watched her breathing through the night Her breathing...half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belled our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping...

The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music, and Romance

Margaret De Courcy, Beatrice De Courcy - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 500
...alas ! — We watched her hreathing throngh the night, Her hreathing soft and low, And in her hreath the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved ahout ; As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes helied our fears —...

The Eclectic Reader: Designed for Schools and Academies

Bela Bates Edwards - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 328
...breeze, And the firm foliage of the larger trees. LESSON LI. Close of Life. — ANONYMOUS. / ' *" WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing...living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our'hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn...

The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from ..., المجلد 4

Alexander Whitelaw - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 476
...loud and vehement. THE DEATH-BED. WE watch'd her breathing through the uight, Her breathing soft :md low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro 1 So silentty we seemed to speak — So slowly moved about ! As we had lent her half our powers To...

The Young Lady's Reader

Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - عدد الصفحات: 482
...virgin pride ; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous bride. THE DEATH-BED.— Anon. We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing...slowly moved about — As we had lent her half our life, Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears, our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she...

The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, المجلد 11

1842 - عدد الصفحات: 712
...be no better described than in the following lines of which I have forgotten the author : — " We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As o'er her heart the waves of life Came heaving to and fro. " And still our hopes belied our fears, Our...

The Rover, المجلد 2

Seba Smith, Lawrence Labree - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 498
...BY T. HOOD. WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathings soft and low, As in her breath the wave of life, Kept heaving to and fro ! So silently...her living out! Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fear our hopes belied— We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died ; For when...

Littell's Living Age, المجلد 42

1854 - عدد الصفحات: 696
...Deathbed— We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, Ai in her breast the WWM of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed...eke her living out Our very hopes belied our fears, Oar fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For...

The Christian Examiner and Religious Miscellany, المجلد 38

1845 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...Death-bed," by Hood, (which we extract from Longfellow's collection.) be told more simply in prose ? " We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing...her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. 1845.] Verse and Prose. 219 " So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, المجلد 9

1846 - عدد الصفحات: 602
...stronger. Like one of old, I glnry to have given, Out of my flock, an angel into Heaven. THE DEATH-BED. We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing...soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept hearing to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half...




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