 | 1813 - 410 Seiten
...With quivering breath and throbbing brow; 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died, And mem'ry flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek: But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm chair. THE SPICE-TREE.... | |
 | 1841 - 306 Seiten
...past ! 'tis past ! but I gaze on it now, With quivering breath, and throbbing brow, — Twas îhere she nursed me, 'twas there she died ; And memory flows with lava tide. Say ii is folly, and deem me weak, While the scalding tears start down my cheek ; But I love it, I love... | |
 | 1843 - 184 Seiten
...that old arm-chair. 'Tis past ! 'tis past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow ; 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she...deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. ELIZA COOK.... | |
 | 1841 - 404 Seiten
...arm-chair. 'I"m past ! 'tis past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow ; *Twa» there she nursed me, 'twas there she died ; And memory...with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me weak, White the scalding drops start down my cheek } But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - 302 Seiten
...that old arm-chair ! Tis past, 'tis past ! — but I gaze on it now, With quivering lip and throbbing brow ; 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died, And memory flows with lava tide. Say it was folly, and deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it — I love... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 Seiten
...arm-chair. 'T is past ! Ч is past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : 'Ttvas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died; And memory...deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. MY GRAVE.... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 Seiten
...that old arm-chair. 'T is past ! 't is past ! but I garc on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she...deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. MY GRAVE.... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1849 - 560 Seiten
...that old arm-chair. 'Tis past ! 'tis past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died...deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. SONG OF THE... | |
 | 432 Seiten
...'tis past, hut I gaze on it now With quivering hreath and throhhing hrow: Twas there she nursed mo, 'twas there she died ; And Memory flows with lava...deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old ann-chair. THE WORLD... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 Seiten
...quivering lip and throbbing brow; 'Twas there she nurs'd me, 'twas there she died, And memory still flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me weak, As the scalding drops dart down my cheek; But I love it! I love it! and cannot tear My soul from a... | |
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tis past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died ; And memory flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love... 
