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" There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. "
The Lady's Magazine: Or Entertaining Companion for the Fair Sex ... - Page 190
1807
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The Christian observer [afterw.] The Christian observer and advocate, Volume 41

1841
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; О my Mother Earth 1 Take...
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The School Reader: Fourth Book. Containing Instructions in the ..., Book 4

Charles Walton Sanders - Readers - 1849 - 304 pages
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. 3. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed, From all my toil. 4. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild j I perish ; — O, my Mother...
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Practical Elocution: Containing Illustrations of the Principles of Reading ...

Samuel Niles Sweet - Elocution - 1843 - 300 pages
...more disturbs their deep repose, . Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. 3. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed, From all my toil ; 4. For misery stole me at my birth And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; O my mother earth,...
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The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ...

Samuel Rogers - 1843 - 496 pages
...deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful hoad And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth. And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; — O my Mother Earth, Take...
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The Book of Poetry

William Morrison Engles - English poetry - 1844 - 264 pages
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ; I perish ; — O my mother earth, Take...
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Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volume 2

Robert Chambers - English literature - 1844
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long th double pain Feel misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : 1 perish ; 0, my mother earth! Take...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 504 pages
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head „ And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild ! I perish ; — 0 my mother Earth, Take...
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Thoughts on wheels. The climbing boy's soliloquies. Songs of Zion, being ...

James Montgomery, Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845
...sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer-evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath...slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless on the wild : I perish ; O my Mother Earth Take home...
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The rhetorical reader, consisting of choice specimens of oratorical ...

John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 80 pages
...literature in the English reading world, than any score of authors whom we could name 1 O o I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. Art thou a wanderer ? — hast thou seen O'erwhelming tempests drown thy bark ? A shipwrecked sufferer...
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Songs in the Night: Or, Hymns for the Sick and Suffering

Augustus Charles Thompson - Hymns, English - 1845 - 271 pages
...No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath...To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave that never spoke before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O, listen ! I will speak...
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