 The love, the life, the beauty whicli there dwells ; The stars that seemed like God's own oracles. Making me feel, while gazing on each shrine, Although they spoke not, that their homes were mine ! Farewell the twilight imaging that heaven 1 never now...  The Deluge: A Drama, in Twelve Scenes - Side 70af John Edmund Reade - 1839 - 151 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
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...shrine, Although they spoke not, that their homes were mine ! Farewell the twilight imaging that heaven 1 never now shall see : and my own flowers, Mingling...felt, Watching them in my solitary hours, They were my heart s companions given — That human sympathies within them dwelt ; For in the sunshine I have seen... | |
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...shrine, Although they spoke not, that their homes were mine ! Farewell the twilight imaging that heaven 1 never now shall see : and my own flowers, Mingling...bright eyes, which I Have loved as living things, ainl felt, Watching them in my solitary hours, They were my heart s companions given — That human... | |
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