 I have read the letter ; Many a weary year, For one word she hungered, — There are thousands here. If she could but hear it, Could but understand ; See, — I put the letter In her cold white hand. Even these words, so longed for, Do not stir her rest...  THE POEMS (YEAR 1881) - Seite 120von ADELAIDE A. PROCTER - 1881Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1860 - 452 Seiten
...faculties women are endowed, these faculties are given to be exercised. ARL XXVI.— REQUITAL. LOTTO roared the Tempest, Fast fell the sleet; A little Child Angel Passed down the street, With trailing pinions, And weary feet. The moon was hidden, No stars were bright, So she could not... | |
 | 1860 - 894 Seiten
...thousands hero ! If she could but hear it, Could but understand ! Sec, I put the letter In her cold white hand. Even these words, so longed for, Do not...fate, When he hears his letter Came a day too late. —AU tlte Year Round. From The Constitutional Press Magazine. | INFLUENCE OF EGYPTIAN ARCHAEOLOGY... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1860 - 638 Seiten
...thousands here ! If she could but hear it, Could but understand ! See, I put the letter In her cold white hand. Even these words, so longed for, Do not...fate, When he hears his letter Came a day too late. YERY COMMON LAW. As it is not to be expected that Mr. Blank should get through life without a certain... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1861 - 248 Seiten
...thousands here. If she could but hear it, Could but understand ; See — I put the letter In her cold white hand. Even these words, so longed for, Do not...not murmur, For God judges best, She needs no more pity,But I mourn his fate, When he hears his letter Came a day too late. THE REQUITAL. OUD roared the... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1863 - 428 Seiten
...thousands here. If she could but hear it, Could but understand ; See, — I put the letter In her cold white hand. Even these words, so longed for,, Do not stir her rest ; Well, I should not murmur, Eor God judges best. She needs no more pity, — But I mourn his fate, THE REQUITAL. OUD roared the... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 562 Seiten
...But Rest to the weary spirit, Peace to the quiet Dead ! THE REQJJITAL. T OUD roared the Tempest, -L/ Fast fell the sleet ; A little Child Angel Passed down the street, With trailing pinions, And weary feet. The moon was hidden ; No stars were bright; So she could not... | |
 | Adelaide Anne Procter - 1866 - 438 Seiten
...thousands here. If she could but hear it, Could but understand ; See, — I put the letter In her cold white hand. Even these words, so longed for. Do not...fate, When he hears his letter Came a day too late. V THE REQUITAL. OUD roared the Tempest, Fast fell the sleet ; A little Child Angel Passed down the... | |
 | Margaret T. Downing - 1867 - 394 Seiten
...aspirations they, that writo no wrinkles on the soul. " The Requital," we call the joy of our household : "Loud roared the tempest, Fast fell the sleet; A little..."The moon was hidden, No stars were bright, So she could not slelter In Heaven that night, For the angel's ladders, Are rays of light. "She beat her wings... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868 - 328 Seiten
...On a ship at anchor in the hay, And on a little child at play, — Gloria ttbi Domine ! THE RFQOlliL LOUD roared the Tempest, Fast fell the sleet ; A little Child Angel Passed down the street, With trailing pinions, And weary feet. The moon was hidden ; No stars wore bright ; So she conld not... | |
 | Samuel Austin Allibone - 1875 - 794 Seiten
...it, Could but understand 1 See, I put the letter In her cold white hand. Even those words, so long'd for, Do not stir her rest : Well, I should not murmur,...fate When he hears his letter Came a day too late ! All the Year Round: " Too Late." An excellent thing it is when life is leaving, — Leaving with... | |
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