 | 1845 - 624 páginas
...round me throng; From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now — When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When...— strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine; Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill... | |
 | 1863 - 560 páginas
...thoughts, we will put it another way. MB. MASSON will have the kindness to read these two verses : — " In a purer clime My being fills with rapture ; waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit ; streams sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre I I feel the stirrings of a gift divine,... | |
 | 1854 - 744 páginas
...flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now. When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When aim from Paradise refresh my brow, The earth in darkness...being fills with rapture — waves of thought Roll on my spirit — strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre I I feel the stirrings... | |
 | 1862 - 802 páginas
...round me tlirong, From angel lips I set-in to hear the flow Ot soft and holy song. It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When...Paradise refresh my brow, The earth in darkness lies. "In apurercilme. My being fills with rapture — waves of thought Roll on my spirit — strains sublime... | |
 | 1856 - 666 páginas
...round me throng ; From angel lips I sewn to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When...rapture ; waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit ; streams sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine,... | |
 | Samuel Dunn - 1852 - 1074 páginas
...seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now, When heaven is opening to my bightleas eyes ; When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, The...being fills with rapture — waves of thought Roll ill upon my spirit — strains sublime Break over me unsought Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings... | |
 | Joseph Foulkes Winks - 1836 - 690 páginas
...round me throng ; From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now ! When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime, My being fills with rapture — waves of thought Boll... | |
 | Clara Lucas Balfour - 1852 - 458 páginas
...round me throng ; From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. " It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes — When...Break over me unsought. " Give me now my lyre ! i I feel the stirrings of a gift divine, Within my bosom glows unearthly fire, Lit by no skill of mine."... | |
 | 1852 - 560 páginas
...round mo throng, From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now. When Heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When...being fills with rapture — waves of thought Roll on my spirit — strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings... | |
 | 1852 - 840 páginas
...round me throng, From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and noly song. It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When...earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being (ills with rapture ; waves of thought RolHn upon my spirit, stains sublime Break over me unsought.... | |
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It is nothing now When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being fills with rapture — waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit — strains sublime Break over... 
