 Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task, Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air; Hoarding thy means, lest future need might ask More than the widow's pittance then could spare. Hidden, forgotten by the great and gay, Enduring sorrow, not by fits...  The Life of the Honourable Mrs. Norton - Seite 6von Jane Gray Perkins - 1909 - 312 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1894 - 602 Seiten
...retrace My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face ; Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe ; Thy...clouded By that deep wretchedness the lonely know ; Vol. 179.— 2Vb. 358. Y " Stifling Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task Conn'd by unwilling... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1840 - 658 Seiten
...retrace My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face ; Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe ; Thy...know ; Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task, Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air ; Hoarding thy means, lest future need might ask More than... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1841 - 368 Seiten
...retrace My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face ; Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe ; Thy...know : Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air, Hoarding thy means, lest future need might ask More than... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1841 - 322 Seiten
...retrace My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face ; Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe ; Thy dark expressive eyes all dim and clouded Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air, Hoarding thy... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1845 - 278 Seiten
...retrace, My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face; Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe; Thy dark expressive eyes all dim and clouded Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air, Hoarding thy... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton - 1851 - 468 Seiten
...retrace, My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face ; Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe ; Thy dark expressive eyes all dim and clouded Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air, Hoarding thy... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1851 - 768 Seiten
...in thine! Oft, sinee that hour, in sadness I retrace Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe; Thy dark...clouded By that deep wretchedness the lonely know : StiOing thy grief, to hear some weary task, Conned by unwilling lips, with listless air ; Hoarding... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 Seiten
...retrace My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face ; Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe ; Thy...know : Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task, Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air ; Hoarding thy means, lest future need might ask More than... | |
 | Caroline Sheridan Norton, Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1856 - 296 Seiten
...and shrineAs I, my Mother, claim'd my place in thine ! Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe ; Thy...know : Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air, Hoarding thy means, lest future need might ask More than... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1857 - 800 Seiten
...retrace My childhood's vision of thy calm sweet face ; Oft see thy form, its mournful beauty shrouded In thy black weeds, and coif of widow's woe ; Thy...know : Stifling thy grief, to hear some weary task, Conn'd by unwilling lips, with listless air ; Hoarding thy means, lest future need might ask More than... | |
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