 ... fairy dreams , beneath The shadowing lids to play. I come with mightier things ! Who calls me silent? — I have many tones: The dark skies thrill with low mysterious moans Borne on my sweeping wings. I waft them not alone From the deep organ of the...  The Works of Mrs. Hemans: With a Memoir of Her Life - Էջ 95Mrs. Hemans - 1841Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Edmund Burke - 1830 - 986 էջ
...head. i watt mem not aione From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or butied streams, unheard amid their glades Till the bright day is done. . But in the human breast A thousand still small voices 1 awake, Strong in their sweetness from the soul to shal The mantle of its rest. I bring them from... | |
 | 1830 - 222 էջ
...Borne on my sweeping wings. I waft them not alone From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams, unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright day is done. But in the human breast Л thousand still small voices I awake, Strong in their sweetness from ihu soul to shake Tli« mantle... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1831 - 510 էջ
...Borne on my sweeping wings. I waft them not alono From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams, unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright...From true hearts broken, gentle spirits torn, From crushed affections, which, though long o'erborne, Make their tones heard at last. I bring them from... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans, Reginald Heber - 1833 - 526 էջ
...Borne on my sweeping wings. I waft them not alono From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams, unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright...awake, Strong, in their sweetness, from the soul to sliaki The mantle of it« rest I bring them from the past : From true hearts broken, gentle spirits... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans - 1834 - 512 էջ
...Borne on my sweeping wings. I waft them not alono From the deep organ of the forest shade«, Or baried streams, unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright...them from the past : From true hearts broken, gentle spirit« torn, From cnished affections, which, though long o'erborne, Make their tones heard at last,... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1836 - 472 էջ
...organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams, unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright day ш done; But in the human breast A thousand still small...of its rest. I bring them from the past : From true hearU broken, gentle spirits torn, From crushed affections, which, though long o'er borne, Make their... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 էջ
...wings. 4* ' I waft them not alone From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams, ushered amidst their glades Till the bright day is done ;...From true hearts broken, gentle spirits torn, From crushed affections, which, tho' long o'erborne, Make their tone heard at last. I bring them from the... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 էջ
...Borne on my sweeping wings. I waft them not alone From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams, unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright...sweetness from the soul to shake The mantle of its rest. T bring them from the past : From true hearts broken, gentle spirits torn, From crush'd affections,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 էջ
...the deep organ of the forest shades, Or huried streams, unheard amidst their glades. Till the hright day is done. But in the human breast A thousand still...sweetness from the soul to shake The mantle of its rest. l hring them from the past : From troe bents hroken, gentle spirits torn. From cmsh'd affections, which,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 էջ
...Borne on my sweeping wings. I waft them not alone From the deep organ of the forest shades, Or buried streams, unheard amidst their glades, Till the bright day is done. But in the human breasf A thousand still small voices I awake, Strong in their sweetness from the soul to shake The... | |
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