 Tis hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee ; — And thy dark sin ! — Oh ! I could drink the cup, If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My lost boy, Absalom...  The Poems, Sacred, Passionate, and Humorous, of Nathaniel Parker Willis - Seite 32von Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1856 - 352 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1827 - 112 Seiten
...waiting to be broken; How will its love for thee, as I depart, Long for thine ear to catch its dying token! It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom! ' And now farewell! 't is hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee. And thy dark sin—oh ! I... | |
 | Montgomery Robert Bartlett - 1828 - 426 Seiten
...tresses to the soft winds flung; But thou no more with thy sweet voice shall come To meet me, Absalom! 5. And now farewell! 'tis hard to give thee up, With...death so like a gentle slumber on thee, And thy dark sin—oh! I would drink the cup, If from this wo, its bitterness had spar'd thee;— May God have call'd... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1828 - 320 Seiten
...depart, " And, oh ! when I am stricken, and my heart, Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom! Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token! " And now, farewell! 'Tis hard to give thee up, With... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1829 - 290 Seiten
...bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet, amid...this wo its bitterness had won thee. May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My erring Absalom !" He covered up his face, and bowed himself... | |
 | Samuel Kettell - 1829 - 432 Seiten
...dying token! 'And oh ! when I am stricken, and my heart Like a bruised reed is waiting to be broken; It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! If from this wo its bitterness had won thee— May God have call'd thee like a wanderer home, My... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 Seiten
...bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, . Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token ! It were so sweet, amid...gloom, To see thee, Absalom ! ' And now, farewell ! 'T is hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee : — And thy dark sin !... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 Seiten
...bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token! It were so sweet, amid...gathering gloom, To see thee, Absalom! 'And now, farewell! 'T is hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee:— And thy dark sin!—Oh!... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 Seiten
...waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its las? deep token! It were so sweet, amid death's gathering...gloom, To see thee, Absalom! ' And now, farewell! 'T is hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber on thee: — And thy dark sin! —... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token! It were so sweet, amid...dark sin! — Oh! I could drink the cup, If from this woe its bitterness had won thee. May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My lost boy, Absalom!... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1835 - 274 Seiten
...and my heart, Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as I depart, It were so sweet, amid death's gathering gloom, To...this wo its bitterness had won thee. May God have called thee, like a wanderer, home, My erring Absalom!" He covered up his face, and bowed himself A... | |
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