 | 1856 - 1026 стор.
...transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection —...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air: Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair.... | |
 | 1850 - 642 стор.
...transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection —...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair.... | |
 | John Seely Hart - 1849 - 934 стор.
...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She ie not dead— the child of our affectionBut gone unto that school, Where she no longer needs our...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air} Year нпег year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more... | |
 | 1849 - 742 стор.
...call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone unto that school, Where ehe no longer needs our poor protection And Christ himself...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair.... | |
 | M. A. H. - 1849 - 160 стор.
...but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of oar affection, — But gone unto that school Where she...from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 608 стор.
...life Elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone into Ȁ "H 1850 Leavitt, Throw and Co") Agne In those bright realm* of air; Year after year her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair.... | |
 | Jabez Burns - 1850 - 240 стор.
...elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone into that school, Where she no longer needs our poor protection,...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair.... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 стор.
...transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, —...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair.... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 стор.
...transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone...from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and... | |
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She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation,... 
