 | 468 sider
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — Life hath enaros ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | 1842 - 818 sider
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Can- and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the hough where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; Age, that bough, with snows... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 sider
...of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! « Care and age come unawares ! 1 4 Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. % • Childhood is the bough, where slumbered , Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 sider
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumber'd Birds and blossoms many-number'd ; — Age, that bough witb... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 sider
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | 1846 - 308 sider
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — Lite hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | 1847 - 540 sider
...stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. HW LONGFELLOW. 8. Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. HW LONGFELLOW. 9. Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career, Dark, stern, and pitiless, and pauses... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 sider
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 sider
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 sider
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. L Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many- numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
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O, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. 
