The Gift Book of GemsDavid Bugbee & Company, 1856 - 312 pages |
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VICTORIAN . She lies asleep , And from her parted lips , her gentle breath Comes like the fragrance from the lips of flowers . Her tender limbs are still , and on her breast The cross she prayed to , e'er she fell asleep , Rises and ...
VICTORIAN . She lies asleep , And from her parted lips , her gentle breath Comes like the fragrance from the lips of flowers . Her tender limbs are still , and on her breast The cross she prayed to , e'er she fell asleep , Rises and ...
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... breath of more ethereal air . Our little lives are kept in equipoise By opposite attractions and desires ; The struggle of the instinct that enjoys And the more noble instinct that aspires . The perturbations , the perpetual jar Of ...
... breath of more ethereal air . Our little lives are kept in equipoise By opposite attractions and desires ; The struggle of the instinct that enjoys And the more noble instinct that aspires . The perturbations , the perpetual jar Of ...
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... There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian , Whose portals we call Death . She is not dead , the child of our affection 22 HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . Resignation,
... There is no Death ! What seems so is transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian , Whose portals we call Death . She is not dead , the child of our affection 22 HENRY W. LONGFELLOW . Resignation,
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... breath - Another ? Wilt thou never come , oh Death ! Look ! how his temple flutters ! Is his heart still ? Aha ! lift up his head ! He shudders - gasps - Jove help him ! -so - he's dead . ' THE BELFRY PIGEON . ON the cross - beam under ...
... breath - Another ? Wilt thou never come , oh Death ! Look ! how his temple flutters ! Is his heart still ? Aha ! lift up his head ! He shudders - gasps - Jove help him ! -so - he's dead . ' THE BELFRY PIGEON . ON the cross - beam under ...
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... breath upon my bosom and my brow . I might have press'd to this Cold bosom , in my bliss , Each long lost form that ancient hearth beside ; O heaven ! I might have heard , From living lips , one word , Thou mother of my childhood ...
... breath upon my bosom and my brow . I might have press'd to this Cold bosom , in my bliss , Each long lost form that ancient hearth beside ; O heaven ! I might have heard , From living lips , one word , Thou mother of my childhood ...
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