 | John Pierpont - Children's literature - 1828 - 320 pages
...awhile On death's long, dreamless sleep, And opening life's deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. Her form was bowed, but not with years, Her words...little graves her tears Distilled like evening dew. A prattling boy, some four years old, . ' Her trembling hand embraced, And from my heart the tale he... | |
 | Universalism - 1828 - 438 pages
...long dreamless sleep. And morning life's deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. Her form wasbow'd, but not with years, Her words were faint and few, And on those little graves, her tears Distill'd like morning dew. A prattling boy, some four years old, Her trembling hand embiaced, And... | |
 | John Pierpont - Readers - 1829 - 290 pages
...awhile On death's long, dreamless sleep, And opening life's deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. Her form was bowed, but not with years, Her words...little graves her tears Distilled like evening dew. A prattling boy, son^e four years old, Her trembling hand embraced, And from my heart the tale he told... | |
 | John Pierpont - Readers - 1831 - 294 pages
...deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. Her form was bowed, but not with years, Her words were fa?nt and few, And on those little graves her tears Distilled like evening dew. A prattling boy, some four years old, Her trembling hand embraced, And from my heart the tale he told... | |
 | Samuel BLACKBURN - 1833 - 254 pages
...long, dreamless sleep, And opening life's deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. Her form was bow'd, but not with years, Her words were faint and few, And on those little graves her tears Distill'd like evening dew. A prattling boy, some four years old, Her trembling hand embrac'd, And... | |
 | Henry Butter - 1839 - 190 pages
...When, though all nature wore a smile, A mourner came to weep. Her form was bowed, but not with yea Her words were faint and few; And on those little graves her tears Distilled like evening dew. A prattling boy, some four years old, Her trembling hand embraced; And from my heart the tale he told... | |
 | George Willson - Elocution - 1840 - 298 pages
...awhile On death's long, dreamless sleep, And opening life's deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. 5 Her form was bowed, but not with years, Her words...hand embraced, And from my heart the tale he told never be effaced. " Mamma, now you must love me more, For little sister's dead ; And t'other sister... | |
 | Edward Payson Weston - American poetry - 1840 - 228 pages
...awhile On death's long, dreamless sleep, And morning life's deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. Her form was bowed, but not with years, Her words...little graves her tears Distilled like evening dew. A prattling boy, some four years old, Her trembling hand embraced, And from my heart the tale he told... | |
 | George Willson - American literature - 1844 - 300 pages
...awhile On death's long, dreamless sleep, And opening life's deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. 5 Her form was bowed, but not with years, Her words...were faint and few, And on those little graves her fears Distilled like evening dew. 6 A prattling boy, some four years old, Her trembling hand embraced,... | |
 | Seba Smith - Gift books - 1846 - 216 pages
...long dreamless sleep, And morning life's deceitful smile, A mourner came to weep. Her form was bow'd, but not with years, Her words were faint and few ; And on those little graves, her tears Distill'd like evening dew. A prattling boy, some four years old, Her trembling hand embraced ; And... | |
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Three little graves, ranged side by side, My close attention drew; O'er two, the tall grass, bending, sighed, And one seemed fresh and new. 
