 | 1825 - 628 стор.
...those clear eyes. Though fresh within your breast th' untroubled springs Of hope make melody wheree'er ye tread, And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from...those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness— how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you ! — silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to... | |
 | 1825 - 386 стор.
...slumber's honey-dew oppress'd, Midst the dim-folded leaves, at set of sun ; Lift up yonr hearts ! tho' yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those...those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you !— silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1825 - 648 стор.
...those clear eyes. Though fresh within your breast th" untroubled springs Of liope make melody wheree'er ye tread, And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from...those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness— how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you ! — silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1825 - 638 стор.
...those clear eyes. Though fresh within your breast th' untroubled springs Of hope make melody wheree'er ye tread, And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from...wings Of spirits visiting but youth, be spread ; Yet, iu those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her woe ! Her lot is on... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1826 - 502 стор.
...honey-dew oppress'd, 'Midst the dim folded leaves, at set of sun — Lift up your hearts ! — though yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those...those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you — silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to... | |
 | 1826 - 548 стор.
...slumber's honey-dew oppress'd, Midst the dim folded leaves, at set of sun ; Lift up your hearts ! though yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those...youth, be spread ; Yet in those flute-like voices, mingled low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you \ — silent tears to weep,... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1827 - 360 стор.
...honey-dew oppress'd, 'Midst the dim folded leaves, at set of sun — Lift up your hearts ! — though yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those...those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you — silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to... | |
 | 1827 - 396 стор.
...slumber's honey-dew oppress'd, Mid'st the dim folded leaves, at set of sun ; Lift up your hearts ! though yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those clear eyes. Though fresh within your breast th' untroubled springs Of hope make melody where'er ye tread, And o'er your sleep bright shadows... | |
 | Mrs. Hemans - 1828 - 228 стор.
...honey-dew oppress'd, 'Midst the dim folded leaves, at set of sun — Lift up your hearts ! — though yet no sorrow lies Dark in the summer-heaven of those...those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness — how soon her wo ! Her lot is on you — silent tears to weep, And patient smiles to... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - 310 стор.
...pure orisons are done, As birds with slumber's honey-dew oppress'd, Of hope make melody where e'er ye tread; And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from...be spread; Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling How Is woman's tenderness—how soon her woe ! Her lot is on you—silent tears to weep, And patient... | |
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Though fresh within your breasts th' untroubled springs Of Hope make melody where'er ye tread, And o'er your sleep bright shadows, from the wings Of spirits visiting but youth, be spread; Yet in those flute-like voices, mingling low, Is woman's tenderness... 
