 | 1829 - 436 Seiten
...waves, yet lonely seems your flow, And I'm alone — scarce know I where I go." Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee...pillow thee, Thy hand upon his brow. He is not near, to hush thee, or to save. The ground is his — the sea must be thy grave. The moon comes up — the night... | |
 | Richard Henry Dana - 1833 - 508 Seiten
...waves, yet lonely seems your flow; And I 'm alone — scarce know I where I go." XX. Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea! The wash of waters lulls thee now; His arm no more will pillow thee, Thy fingers on his brow. He is not near, to hush thee, or to save. The ground is his — the sea must be... | |
 | Richard Henry Dana - 1833 - 508 Seiten
...waves, yet lonely seems your flow; And I'm alone—scarce know I where I go." XX. Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea! The wash of waters lulls thee now; His arm no more will pillow thee, Thy fingers on his brow. He is not near, to hush thee, or to save. The ground is his — the sea must be... | |
 | 1834 - 402 Seiten
...waves, yet lonely seems your flow, And I'm alone — scarce know I where I go." Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee...pillow thee, Thy hand upon his brow. He is not near, to hush thee, or to save. The ground is his — the sea must be thy grave. The moon comes up — the night... | |
 | 1834 - 406 Seiten
...seems your flow, And I'm alone— Aearee know I where I go." Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea I The wash of waters lulls thee now ; His arm no more...pillow thee. Thy hand upon his brow. He is not near, to bush thee, or to save. The ground is his— the sea must be thy grave. The moon eomes up— the night... | |
 | 1835 - 1022 Seiten
...waves, yet lonely teemi your flow, And I'm alone— scarce know I where I go-' " Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea! The wash of waters lulls thee...pillow thee, Thy hand upon his brow. He is not near, to hush thee, or to save. The ground is his — the sea mutt be thy grave. •" The moon comei up —... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 Seiten
...waves, yet lonely seems your flow, And I'm alone — scarce know I where I go." Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee...pillow thee, Thy hand upon his brow. He is not near, to hush thee or to save. The ground is his, the sea must be thy grave. . The moon comes up, the night... | |
 | 1840 - 818 Seiten
...wares, yet lonely seems your flow ; And I 'm alone — scarce know I where I go." XX. Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee now; His arm no more will pillow thee, Thy fingers en his brow. He it not near, to hush thee, or to save. The ground is his — the sea must be... | |
 | James Fenimore Cooper - 1842 - 338 Seiten
...at the end of the spar, as insensible as the wood which sustained it! CHAPTER VI. Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee,...not near to hurt thee, or to save : The ground is his—the sea must be thy grave. DANA. A LONG summer's evening did the body of Francesco Caraccioli... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 Seiten
...waves, yet lonely seems your flow ; And I'm alone — scaree know I where to go." Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee now ; Kis arm no more will pillow thee, Thy fingers on his brow. He is not near, to hush thee, or to save.... | |
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Sleep, sleep, thou sad one, on the sea ! The wash of waters lulls thee now ; His arm no more will pillow thee, Thy hand upon his brow. He is not near, to hush thee, or to save. The ground is his — the sea must be thy grave. 
