 There rose a shuddering sob, As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain. Morn came — a blight had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud, The harp-strings rang a thrilling strain, and broke — And that young mother lay upon the...  The Poughkeepsie Casket - Էջ 1021839Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Childhood - 1841 - 384 էջ
...hast a little harp,— How sweetly would it swell the angel's hymn ! Yield me that harp." Mom came—a blight had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding...Again the voice That stirred her vision: " He who asked of thee, Loveth a cheerful giver." So she raised Her gushing eyes, and, ere the tear-drop dried... | |
 | 1841 - 300 էջ
...How sweetly would it swell the angel's hymn : Yield me that harp." There rose a shuddering sob, As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain....found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud ; The heart-strings rang a thrilling strain and broke — And that young mother lay upon the earth, In childless... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 էջ
...care, The opening bud to heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there." Morn came. A blight had struck The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud ; The harp-strings...Again the voice That stirred her vision : — " He who asked of thee Loveth a cheerful giver." So she raised Her gushing eyes, and, ere the tear-drop dried... | |
 | 1846 - 492 էջ
....in i•-{} Yield me that harp." . i . - ., .^. !-ri There rose a shuddering sob, .I , I ii s As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain....had found The crimson velvet of the unfolding bud : . . , • f The harp-strings rang a thrilling strain, and broke. And the young mother lay upon the... | |
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - 1847 - 502 էջ
...that harp." Then burst a shuddering sob, As if the bosom by some hidden sword Were cleft in twain. Mom came. A blight had found The crimson velvet of the...Again the voice That stirred her vision. " He, who asked of thee, Loveth a cheerful giver." So she raised Her gushing eye, and ere the tear-drop dried... | |
 | Ann Jane - 1855 - 1198 էջ
...How sweetly would it swell the angel's hymn ! Yield me that harp." There rose a shuddering sob, As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain....harp-strings rang a thrilling strain and broke ; And the young mother lay upon the earth In childless agony. Again the voice That stirred her vision spoke.... | |
 | Meta Lander - 1861 - 354 էջ
...How sweetly would it swell the angels' hymn ! Yield me that harp.' There rose a shuddering sob, As if the bosom, by some hidden sword, Was cleft in twain....broke, — And that young mother lay upon the earth In ' silent' agony. Again the voice That stirred her vision : ' He who asked of thee, Loveth a cheerful... | |
 | Joseph Foulkes Winks - 1836 - 690 էջ
...How sweetly would it swell the angels' song. Give me that harp." There burst a shuddering sob* As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain....crimson velvet of the unfolding bud, The harp-strings ran a thrilling strain and broke, And that young mother lay upon the earth In childless agony. Again... | |
 | 1851 - 350 էջ
...found The crimson velvet of the unfolding hud, The harp-strings rang .1 thrilling strain, and hroke — And that young mother lay upon the earth, In childless...Again, the Voice That stirred her vision — " He who asked of thee Loveth a cheerful giver." So she raised Her gushing eyes, and, ere the tear-drop dried... | |
 | Lydia Howard Sigourney - 1852 - 362 էջ
...How sweetly would it swell the angel's song. Lend me that harp." Then burst a shuddering sob, As if the bosom by some hidden sword Was cleft in twain...thrilling strain and broke, And that young mother lay ^ipon the earth [h childless agony. Again the voice That stirr'd her vision. "He, who askea of tnee,... | |
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