 And with them the Being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand...  Chambers's Edinburgh Journal - Page 1941844Full view - About this book
 | 1857 - 780 pages
...forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more. And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all f inn- to lore me, And is now a saint in Heaven. And he, the young and strong, who cherished Noble... | |
 | 1849 - 782 pages
...hearted, Come to visit me once more ; " And, with them, the Being Beauteous, WTio unto my youth was givenj More than all things else to love me, And is now a...Heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes the messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine, "And she sits... | |
 | New York (N.Y.) - 1839 - 226 pages
...the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more. VI. And with them the being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me. She is now a saint in heaven. VII. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Digital images - 1839 - 174 pages
...ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, — Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being...heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1839 - 614 pages
...onca and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with ue on earth no more ! And with them the Being beauteous,...heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and... | |
 | American periodicals - 1839 - 584 pages
...suffering boru, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Reing beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than...heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep. Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1840 - 588 pages
...bore, — 268 Longfellow's Voices of the Night. [Jan. Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with us on earth no more ! " And with them the Being...heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. " And she sits and... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - American fiction - 1840 - 584 pages
...ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, — Folded their pale hands so meekly, — Spake with us on earth no more ! "And with them the Being...heaven. "With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. "And she sits and... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1840 - 696 pages
...the holy ones, and weakly, Who the cross of suffering wore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more! And with them the being...heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1840 - 328 pages
...the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with them the Being...heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and... | |
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