 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, — From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night ! from thee I learn...  Voices of the Night: Ballads and Other Poems - Сторінка 10автори: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1887 - 130 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 стор.
...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 Care,...The best-beloved Night ! A PSALM OF LIFE. WHAT THE HURT OT THE YOUJTO Mil! >11D TO THE PIALWI9T. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 стор.
...! from thce I learn to bear What man has borne before! Thou layest thy finger on the lips of cnre, And they complain no more. Peace ! Peace ! Orestes-like...thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night. No poem ever opened with a beauty more august. The five first stanzas are nearly perfect — by which... | |
 | 1840 - 326 стор.
...those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before! Tho« layest thy finger on the lips of care, And they complain...this prayer ! Descend with broad-winged flight. The weleome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair, The best-beloved Night. No poem ever opened with a beauty... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 174 стор.
...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 Care,...The best-beloved Night ! A PSALM OF LIFE. WHAT THE HEART OF THE TOUWG HAW SAID TO THE P9ALMI3T. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, "Life is but an empty... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 стор.
...Night" which cheer, elevate, and console : O holy night ! from thee I learn to bear What man has borne before ! Thou layest thy 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... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 стор.
...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 at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit... | |
 | 1854 - 588 стор.
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 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 стор.
...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 Care,...The best-beloved Night ! A PSALM OF LIFE. WHAT THE HEABT OF THE TOUSG MA* SAID TO THE PSALMIST. TELL me not, in mournful numbers, " Life is but an empty... | |
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