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" Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shouldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And,... "
The Quarterly Review - Side 295
redigert av - 1829
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The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Volum 14

1829 - 488 sider
...hovering, trembles half afraid, Oh. Sister ! sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...thou not kneel beside my head, And, Sister ! sing tue song I love ? To young readers it might be useful to observe, that these verses in one place approach...
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Amir Khan, and Other Poems: The Remains of Lucretia Maria Davidson ...

Lucretia Maria Davidson - 1829 - 224 sider
...was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. . When...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love. CUPID'S BOWER. [WRITTEN IN HER FIFTEENTH TEAR.] Am 1 in fairy land ? or tell me, pray, To what love-lighted...
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Amir Khan, & Other Poems ...

Lucretia Maria Davidson - 1829 - 220 sider
...hovering, trembles, half afraid ; 0 sister, sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st...
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Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory Remarks

1834 - 402 sider
...of gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And, hovering, trembles half afraid, 'Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? THE FEAR OF MADNESS. THERE is a something which I dread ; It is a dark, a fearful thing ; It steals...
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Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory Remarks

1834 - 406 sider
...more, Whieh ne'er for mortal ear was made. i • r • • • . - J 1 i i. li. 'Twere almost saerilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes...breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Shnuldst thou still linger here above, Wilt thou tint kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song...
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The Ladies' Wreath: A Selection from the Female Poetic Writers of England ...

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 416 sider
...gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And, hovering, trembles half afraid, 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare...beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love ? FRAGMENT.* THERE is a something which I dread, — It is a dark a fearful thing ; It steals along...
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The Library of American Biography

Jared Sparks - 1837 - 490 sider
...trembles, half afraid, Oh sister, sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. "'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. " When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st...
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Lives of Sir William Phips, Israel Putnam, Lucretia Maria Davidson, and ...

James Renwick, Oliver William Bourne Peabody - 1837 - 432 sider
...trembles, half afraid, Oh sister, sing the song once more, Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. "'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day; Notes borne by angel's purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. « When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st...
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The Ladies' Wreath: A Selection from the Female Poetic Writers of England ...

Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1837 - 426 sider
...trembles half afraid, Oh, sister ! sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day ; Notes home by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When, sleeping in my grass-grown bed,...
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The Mountain Wild Flower: Or, Memoirs of Mrs. Mary Ann Bise, a Lady who Died ...

Charles Edwards Lester - 1838 - 272 sider
...often be heard at the still hour of evening, breathing out her soul in prayer to her heavenly father. " "Twere almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the...angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away." This fact is more worthy of consideration, since she had now received no religious instruction, and...
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