 | Samuel Rogers - 1830 - 516 pages
...ground. The storm that wrecks the winter «ky 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 the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth,... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 858 pages
...the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky, No more disturhs their deep repose. Than a:immer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. I long...To slumher in that dreamless hed From all my toil. The grave that never spake hefore, Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen !— I will speak... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - Religious poetry, English - 1832 - 378 pages
...softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh...I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil ; To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The grave that never spake before,... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - 1833 - 448 pages
...wrecks the wintry sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh Tlmt&huta the rose. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil; To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. The Orave, that never spake beforp,... | |
 | Alexander Whitelaw - Literature - 1835 - 460 pages
...softly lie, and sweetly sleep, Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the wintry sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh...I long to lay this painful head. And aching heart, beneath the soil ; To slumber in that dreamless bed From all ray toil. The Grave, that never spake... | |
 | English poetry - 1836 - 514 pages
...ground. The storm that wrecks the winter 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 the soil. To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil. For Misery stole me at my birth,... | |
 | Leonard Withington - American essays - 1836 - 276 pages
...sweetly sleep Beneath the ground. The storm that sweeps the wintry sky No more disturbs their sweet repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh, That shuts the rose. I long to lay my weary head, &c. Such a state, no doubt, implies a great revolution in a man's feelings. Because... | |
 | the christians - 1836 - 426 pages
...softly lie, and sweetly sleep. Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky, No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. THE CHRISTIAN'S PENNY MAGAZINE. I long to lay this painful head, And aching heart, beneath the soil... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...pilgrims found, — They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturhs their deep repose, Than summer...painful head And aching heart heneath the soil, — To slumber in that dreamless bed, From all my toil. For misery stole me at my birth, And cast me helpless... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground. The storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh...rose. I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, — To slumber in that dreamless bed. From all my toil. For misery stole me at my... | |
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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 storm that wrecks the winter sky No more disturbs their deep repose, Than summer evening's latest sigh That shuts the rose. 
