 | 1840 - 326 стор.
...soft chimes That fill the haunted chambers of the Night Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose...from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Tho« layest thy finger on the lips of care, And they complain no more. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes-like... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 стор.
...soft chimes That fill the haunted chambers of the Night Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose...peace flows there — From those deep cisterns flows. О holy Night ! from thce I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1840 - 182 стор.
...soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose...peace flows there, — From those deep cisterns flows. x3 O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on the... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1842 - 642 стор.
...cisterns of the midnight a!r My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows tl:ere, — From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before 1 Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes-like... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 стор.
...strain. He makes us feel that there are " Voices of the Night" which cheer, elevate, and console : O holy night ! from thee I learn to bear What man...finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit... | |
 | Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) - 1846 - 198 стор.
...ever being a true refreshment to ourselves. He says in one of his most graceful verses : From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose...peace flows there, From those deep cisterns flows. Now this is just what we cannot get from Mr. Longfellow. No solitude of the mind reveals to us the... | |
 | Margaret Fuller - 1846 - 380 стор.
...ever being a true refreshment to ourselves. He says in one of his most graceful verses : From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose...peace flows there, From those deep cisterns flows. Now this is just what we cannot get from Mr. Longfellow. No solitude of the mind reveals to us the... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 стор.
...strain. He makes us feel that there are " Voices of the Night" which cheer, elevate, and console : 0 holy night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layout thy finger on the lips of Care, And they complain no more. Then the forms of the departed Enter... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 стор.
...soft chimes, That fill the haunted chambers of the Night, Like some old poet's rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; . The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,0 holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy finger on... | |
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From the cool cisterns of the midnight air My spirit drank repose ; The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before : Thou layest thy finger on the lips of... 
