 Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shouldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And,...  The Quarterly Review - Pagina 295geredigeerd door - 1829Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1829 - 488 pagina’s
...hovering, trembles half afraid, Oh. Sister ! sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...thou not kneel beside my head, And, Sister ! sing tue song I love ? To young readers it might be useful to observe, that these verses in one place approach... | |
 | Lucretia Maria Davidson - 1829 - 224 pagina’s
...was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. . When...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love. CUPID'S BOWER. [WRITTEN IN HER FIFTEENTH TEAR.] Am 1 in fairy land ? or tell me, pray, To what love-lighted... | |
 | Lucretia Maria Davidson - 1829 - 220 pagina’s
...hovering, trembles, half afraid ; 0 sister, sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st... | |
 | 1834 - 402 pagina’s
...of gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And, hovering, trembles half afraid, 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? THE FEAR OF MADNESS. THERE is a something which I dread ; It is a dark, a fearful thing ; It steals... | |
 | 1834 - 406 pagina’s
...more, Whieh ne'er for mortal ear was made. i • r • • • . - J 1 i i. li. 'Twere almost saerilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes...breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shnuldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou tint kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 416 pagina’s
...gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And, hovering, trembles half afraid, 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? FRAGMENT.* THERE is a something which I dread, — It is a dark a fearful thing ; It steals along... | |
 | Jared Sparks - 1837 - 490 pagina’s
...trembles, half afraid, Oh sister, sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. "'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. " When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st... | |
 | James Renwick, Oliver William Bourne Peabody - 1837 - 432 pagina’s
...trembles, half afraid, Oh sister, sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. "'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. « When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 pagina’s
...trembles half afraid, Oh, sister ! sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes home by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed,... | |
 | Charles Edwards Lester - 1838 - 272 pagina’s
...often be heard at the still hour of evening, breathing out her soul in prayer to her heavenly father. " "Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away." This fact is more worthy of consideration, since she had now received no religious instruction, and... | |
| |
