 twas there she died ; And Memory flows with lava tide. Say it is folly and deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair.  Eliza Cook's journal - Side 40Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1813 - 410 sider
...With quivering breath and throbbing brow; 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died, And mem'ry flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me...love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm chair. THE SPICE-TREE. JOHN STERLING. The spice-tree lives in the garden green; Beside it the fountain... | |
 | 1841 - 306 sider
...died ; And memory flows with lava tide. Say ii is folly, and deem me weak, While the scalding tears start down my cheek ; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm chair. SONG. BY THE LATE WILLIAM LEGOETT. The tear which thou upbraidest, Thy falsehood taught... | |
 | Cam river - 1841 - 318 sider
...And memory flows with a lava tide. Say it is folly and deem me weak, Whilst the scalding drops roll down my cheek ; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from my Mother's old Arm-Chair. E. COOKE. SHE THAT LIVED IN A SHOE. THERE was an old woman who lived in... | |
 | 1843 - 184 sider
...'tis past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow ; 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died ; And memory flows with lava...love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. ELIZA COOK. THE BOY AND HIS ANGEL. 0 MOTHER, I 've been with an angel to-day ! 1 was out... | |
 | 1841 - 404 sider
...past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow ; *Twa» there she nursed me, 'twas there she died ; And memory flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me weak, White the scalding drops start down my cheek } But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from... | |
 | William Bentley Fowle - 1844 - 302 sider
...past ! — but I gaze on it now, With quivering lip and throbbing brow ; 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died, And memory flows with lava tide. Say it was folly, and deem me weak, While the scalding drops start down my cheek ; But I love it — I love... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 sider
...past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : 'Ttvas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died; And memory flows with lava tide....love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. MY GRAVE. SWEST is the ocean grave, under the azure wave, Where the rich coral the sea-grot... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 sider
...is past ! but I garc on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : 'Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died; And memory flows with lava tide....love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. MY GRAVE. SWEET is the ocean grave, under the azure wave, Where the rich coral the sea-grot... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1849 - 560 sider
...'tis past ! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath and throbbing brow : Twas there she nursed me, 'twas there she died ; And memory flows with lava...love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's old arm-chair. SONG OF THE RUSHLIGHT. OH, scorn me not as a fameless thing, Nor turn with contempt from... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 sider
...quivering lip and throbbing brow; 'Twas there she nurs'd me, 'twas there she died, And memory still flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me weak, As the scalding drops dart down my cheek; But I love it! I love it! and cannot tear My soul from a... | |
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