 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - Страниц: 1432
...honor with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long, 1 will obey, not willingly alone, 15 ia, alle y-fere," 15 And Phyllis, hanging for thy...neyther boost nc soun11; Nor Ypermistre or Adriane, 20 My mother! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered... | |
 | Daniel Wolford La Rue - 1927 - Страниц: 464
...My Mother's Picture," beginning with the words, "Oh that those lips had language." In it, he says : And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy...Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. He then, in fancy, lives over his childhood, speaking to the picture as if it were his mother. Do you... | |
 | 1927 - Страниц: 658
...bidst me honour with an artless song, affectionate, a mother lost so long. My mother! when I learnt that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou... | |
 | 1923 - Страниц: 748
...distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child — chase all thy fears away!" . . My Mother! when I learnt that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou... | |
 | 1854 - Страниц: 1184
...least abated." And he penned the following lines on that occasion : — " My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - Страниц: 1172
...Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. (1. 1—2) 10 My Mother! when I learnt on of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight o Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son. Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? (1. 7—10)... | |
 | William Cowper - 2003 - Страниц: 124
...unexpected, here! Who bidd'st me honour with an artless song, Affectionate, a mother lost so long, I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the...Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. 20 My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears 1 shed? Hover'd... | |
 | John Davey - 2007 - Страниц: 405
...thee last These lips are thine - thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me. My mother, when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears 1 shed? Perhaps thou gavs't me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear if souls can weep in bliss. I... | |
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But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she. 
