 ... in torrents down the sky — What care I ? What cares any one in pain ? Are not tears still wrung from me ? Woe is me ! and all in vain ; Falling faster than the rain, In the sea ! But they would be over then, And I would no longer weep ; Grief is...  Songs of Summer - Sivu 120tekijä(t) Richard Henry Stoddard - 1857 - 229 sivuaKoko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 sivua
...over then, And I would no longer weep ; Grief is for the sea of men ; By God's ocean it must sleep ! Happy, happy would I be, By the margent of the sea...remain, Not to bloom again — Many a league and hour I 'd stray, And brave the madness of the spray ! The caverns in its hollow wall ; Its flame-like currents... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 sivua
...over then, And I would no longer weep ; Grief is for the sea of men ; By God's ocean it must sleep ! Happy, happy would I be, By the margent of the sea...remain, Not to bloom again — Many a league and hour I 'd stray, And brave the madness of the spray ! The caverns in its hollow wall ; Its flame-like currents... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 sivua
...then, And I would no longer weep ; • Grief is for the sea of men ; By God's ocean it must sleep ! Happy, happy would I be, By the margent of the sea...remain, Not to bloom again — Many a league and hour I'd stray, And brave the madness of the spray ! The caverns in its hollow wall ; Its flame-like currents... | |
 | Richard Garnett - 1899 - 646 sivua
...sands I'd pace, Making footprints for the spray To wash away. Up and down the barren beaches, Bound the ragged belts of land, In along the curving reaches, Out along the horns of sand. There, too, came Priscilla, without much doubt, when the closeness of the little cluster of log huts,... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1880 - 514 sivua
...over then, And I would no longer weep : Grief is for the sea of men, By God's ocean it must sleep. Happy, happy would I be By the margent of the sea....watch the madness of the spray, The caverns in its wall ; Its flame-like currents mounting slow, Its rounding crest of frothy snow, The tossing foam,... | |
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