 | Rossiter Johnson - English poetry - 1876 - 828 pages
...lips still wear a smile, And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! — Ah, now soft blushes tinge ner start!, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breast. — And now, how like a... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1877 - 618 pages
...BO close thy laughing oyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile, And move, and breathe delicious sighs. Ah ! now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of suow ; Ah ! now she murmurs, now she speaks, What most I wish, and fear, to know. She starts, she trembles,... | |
 | Old favourites, Matilda Sharpe - 1881 - 438 pages
...close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile, And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah ! now soft blushes tinge her cheeks, And mantle...she speaks, What most I wish — and fear to know. Go — you may call it madness, folly, You shall not chase my gloom away ; There's such a charm in... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1885 - 430 pages
...so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er...trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breas : — And now, how like a saint she sleeps ! A seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure... | |
 | English poetry - 1887 - 370 pages
...o'er her neck of snow : Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks What most I wish — and fear to know I She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair...seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above controul Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee : And may the secret of thy soul Remain within its... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1888 - 374 pages
...so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow : Ah, now she murmurs, now she speakn What most I wish — and fear to know ! She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands... | |
 | Peter William Clayden - London (England) - 1889 - 488 pages
...to make many apologies to Mr. Thomson for my unpardonable delay. He wants another stanza. Eccola ! She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair...seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above controul, Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thee, And may the secret of thy soul Be held in reverence... | |
 | Peter William Clayden - London (England) - 1889 - 500 pages
...my unpardonable delay. lie wants another stanza. Eccola ! She starts, she trembles, and she weq s ! Her fair hands folded on her breast — And now, how...seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above controul, Thy thoughts belong to Heaven and thec, And may the secret of thy soul Be held in reverence... | |
 | Peter William Clayden - London (England) - 1889 - 486 pages
...smile, And move, and breathe delicious sighs. Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks, And mantle to her neck of snow ; Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks, What most I wish yet fear to know. Sleep on secure. Above control Thy thoughts belong to heaven and thee, And may the... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1891 - 408 pages
...so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er...on her breast : — And now, how like a saint she slec;ps . A seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above controul Thy thoughts belong to... | |
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SLEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile — Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow ; Ah, now she murmurs, now she... 
