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" Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. "
From Palm to Glacier: With an Interlude: Brazil, Bermuda, and Alaska - Side 127
af Alice Wellington Rollins - 1892 - 145 sider
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Bind 36–37

...Smith. What do you think of the following, taken at random ? — " Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations." " 0 noble poet ! thon whose heart Is like a nest of singing birds Rocked on the topmost bough of life."...
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The British Controversialist and Impartial Inquirer, Bind 6

1855
...dry." — 6'ir W. ScoIt. " Time hath laid his hand Upon my heart (Mauner), Dot s,nking it, But (Mauner) a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations." — Longfellow. EXERCISE XXXVI. — Underline each adverb in the extracts below t and indtcute Ьу...
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The Golden Legend

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 301 sider
...these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life,...
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The Golden Legend

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 301 sider
...these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life,...
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The Golden Legend

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1852 - 301 sider
...these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life,...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Bind 1

Beautiful poetry - 1853
...scatter'd at the feet of men like flowers. WORDSWOBTH. TIME. Time hath laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. LOVE OF FAME. Nature cares not Although her loveliness should ne'er be seen By human eyes, or praised...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Bind 29

1853
...The beauty of the following image will be at once recognized : Time has laid hin hand Upon my heart t ils heels Which men call Fame. Our night is past ; We stand in precious In the chapel the eye of the prince is arrested by a blind monk, who lingers behind the rest. It is...
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The golden legend [a play]. Illustr. from designs by B. Foster and J.E. Hay

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1854
...these walls, where all should be at peaee, I have mv trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackeloth, and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life,...
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The poetical works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. With prefatory notice

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1855 - 640 sider
...these walls, where all should be at peace, I have my trials. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. Ashes are on my head, and on my lips Sackcloth, and in my breast a heaviness And weariness of life,...
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The Guardian, Bind 6–7

1855
...darkening hour, And weave a dream of Heaven ! COMFORT IN OLD AGE. Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. — LONGFELLOW. 1856.] Simeon's Christmas Joy. 361 SIMEON'S CHRISTMAS JOY. IN the city of Damascus,...
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