 | 1858 - 862 стор.
...preaching, or any former generation of the past. TUB LIGHT ON THE HEARTH.— PAET IlL CHAPTER X. ' Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon. May glides onward into June." "LiKE the swell of some sweet tune," like the rising of rich melody, is the progress of young life,... | |
 | 468 стор.
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — Life hath enaros ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | 1842 - 818 стор.
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Can- and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the hough where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; Age, that bough, with snows... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 144 стор.
...of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! « Care and age come unawares ! 1 4 Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. % • Childhood is the bough, where slumbered , Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 стор.
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumber'd Birds and blossoms many-number'd ; — Age, that bough witb... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 стор.
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | 1846 - 308 стор.
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands — Lite hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | 1847 - 540 стор.
...stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. HW LONGFELLOW. 8. Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. HW LONGFELLOW. 9. Time, the tomb-builder, holds his fierce career, Dark, stern, and pitiless, and pauses... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 стор.
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 стор.
...thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, — Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. Childhood is the bough, where slumbered Birds and blossoms many-numbered ; — Age, that bough with... | |
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O, thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares ! Care and age come unawares ! Like the swell of some sweet tune, Morning rises into noon, May glides onward into June. 
