 | People's and Howitt's journal - 938 sider
...almost weep as we read the lines, soothing as they are — Still stands the forest primaeval ; hut far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping: — Still stands the forest primmval ; but under the shade of its branches Dwells another race, with... | |
 | 1848 - 544 sider
...perhaps in i«s bosom He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him." —p. 84 - 86. " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 180 sider
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured., " Father, I thank thee ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 176 sider
...Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, « Father, I thank thee!" STILI st mnls the forest primeval j but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their...heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
 | 1848 - 468 sider
...pressed his lifeless head to her aching bosom, murmuring, " Father, I thank Thee !" And now within the walls of the little Catholic churchyard in the heart of the city, the wearied lovers are sleeping side by side, unknown and unnoticed. " Daily the tides of life go ebbing... | |
 | 1848 - 464 sider
...pressed his lifeless head to her aching bosom, murmuring, " Father, I thank Thee !" And now within the walls of the little Catholic churchyard in the heart of the city, the wearied lovers are sleeping side by side, unknown and unnoticed. " Daily the tides of life go ebbing... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849 - 170 sider
...lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she howed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee ! " STIH stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its...heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 sider
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thec ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 sider
...more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee!" STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
 | 1851 - 782 sider
...the form of an old man. • Gabriel IO my beloved l' • • • Still stands the forest primeval i but, far away from its shadow, Side by side in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
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Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. 
