 EVENING. BY A TAILOR. DAY hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars. Here will I lay me on the velvet grass, That is like padding to earth's meagre ribs, And hold communion with the things about me. Ah me ! how lovely...  History of American Verse (1610-1897) - Seite 268von James Lawrence Onderdonk - 1901 - 395 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1830 - 252 Seiten
...— and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars. _, Here will I lay me on the velvet moss, That is like padding to earth's meagre ribs, And hold...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. Ha, what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion ? Can it be a cabbage ? It is, it is the... | |
 | 1830 - 308 Seiten
...actions the chronicling of which has exercised it so largely. GEOFFREY LA-TOUCHE. EVENING. BY A TAILOR. That binds the skirt of night's descending robe !...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. ita, what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion ? Can it be a cabbage ? It is, it is that... | |
 | Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - 1833 - 114 Seiten
...whenever he comes to the air above, His throat is swelling with baffled love. EVENING. BY A TAILOR. That is like padding to earth's meagre ribs, And hold...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. Ha ! what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion? Can it be a cabbage ? It is, it is that... | |
 | 742 Seiten
...me on the velvet grass, That is like padding to earth's meagre ribs. And hold communion, wilh tlie things about me. Ah me ! how lovely is the golden...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. Ha ! what is this that rises to my touch, Bo like a cushion ? Can it be a cabbage ? It is, it is that... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1850 - 310 Seiten
...get your fill ; Ye sometimes rest ; men never can be still But in their graves. EVENING. BY A TAILOR. DAY hath put on his jacket, and around His burning...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. Ha ! what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion ? Can it be a cabbage ? It is, it is that... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1850 - 310 Seiten
...your fill ; Ye sometimes rest ; men never can be still But in their graves. EVENING. BY A TAILOR. DAT hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. Ha ! what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion ? Can it be a cabbage ? It is, it is that... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1851 - 320 Seiten
...your fill j Ye sometimes rest ; men never can be still But in their graves. • EVENING. BY A TAILOR. DAY hath put on his jacket, and around His burning...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. Ha ! what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion ? Can it be a cabbage ? It is, it is that... | |
 | 1855 - 724 Seiten
...hold communion with the thingsabout me. Ah me 1 how lovely is the golden braid. That binds the skit of night's descending robe ! The thin leaves, quivering on their silken threads, Do make a music like to nulling satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap, Ha ! what Is this that rises to my touch,... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1852 - 340 Seiten
...get your fill ; Ye sometimes rest ; men never can be still But in their graves. EVENING. BY A TAILOE. DAY hath put on his jacket, and around His burning...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. Ha ! what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion P Can it be a cabbage P It is, it is that... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1852 - 316 Seiten
...get your fill ; Ye sometimes rest ; men never can be still But in their graves. EVENING. BY A TAILOR. DAY hath put on his jacket, and around His burning...satin, As the light breezes smooth their downy nap. Ha ! what is this that rises to my touch, So like a cushion ? Can it be a cabbage ? It is, it is that... | |
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