 A double death appals me now ; The one draws near with rapid strides, The other with his awful brow Time from eternity divides. Sculpture and painting, rival arts ! Ye can no longer soothe my breast ; Tis love divine alone, imparts The promise of a future...  Y Traethodydd - Side 1721849Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Hannah Farnham Sawyer Lee - 1838 - 316 sider
...o'er, And yield my dread account at last. The rival arts that charmed my youth, Those fancies of my wayward mind, Those winning dreams of love and truth,...painting, rival arts ! Ye can no longer soothe my breast ; Tis love divine alone, imparts The promise of a future rest. On that my trembling soul relies —... | |
 | Hannah Farnham Sawyer Lee - 1845 - 366 sider
...o'er And yield my dread account at last. The rival arts that charmed my youth, Those fancies of my wayward mind, Those winning dreams of love and truth, Are vain delusions, all, I find. A double death appalls me now ; The one draws near with rapid strides ; The other with his awful brow Time from eternity... | |
 | Hannah Farnham Lee - 1852 - 198 sider
...o'er, And yield my dread account at last. The rival arts that charmed my youth} Those fancies of my wayward mind, Those winning dreams of love and truth, Are vain delusions, all, I Hint — A double death appals me now ; The one draws near with rapid strides, The other with his awful... | |
 | Hannah Farnham Lee - 1858 - 198 sider
...o'er, And yield my dread account at last. The rival arts that charmed my youth, Those fancies of my wayward mind, Those winning dreams of love and truth,...painting, rival arts ! Ye can no longer soothe my breast ; 'Tis love divine alone imparts The promise of a future rest. On that my trembling soul relies —... | |
 | William Morley Punshon - 1873 - 400 sider
...of a better life. His own words will fittingly close this endeavour to recall .and exhibit him : 220 Sculpture and painting ! rival arts ! Ye can no longer soothe my breast 'Tis love Divine alone imparts The promise of a future rest. On that my steadfast soul relies, —... | |
 | Robert Aitkin Bertram - 1877 - 766 sider
...o'er And yield my dread account at last. The rival arts that charm'd my youth, Those fancies of my re swe ; 'Tis love Divine alone imparts The promise of a future rest. On that my trembling soul relies —... | |
 | William Morley Punshon - 1882 - 500 sider
...hope of a better life. His own words will fittingly close this endeavour to recall and exhibit him : " Sculpture and painting ! rival arts ! Ye can no longer soothe my breast. Tis love Divine alone imparts The promise of a future rest. On that my Btedfast soul relies, — My... | |
 | William Morley Punshon - 1882 - 520 sider
...hope of a better life. His own words will fittingly close this endeavour to recall and exhibit him : "Sculpture and painting ! rival arts ! Ye can no longer soothe my breast. Tis love Divine alone imparts The promise of a future rest. On that my stedfast soul relies, — My... | |
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