 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 182 頁
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee ! " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1848 - 176 頁
...lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, « Father, I thank thee!" STII.I stands the forest primeval; but far away from its...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where their* are at rest and for ever, Thousands of aching brains where... | |
 | 1848 - 544 頁
...crosses and tombstones, He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him." —p. 84 - 86. " STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...lovers are sleeping, Under the humble walls of the Tittle Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides... | |
 | 1848 - 544 頁
...crosses and tombstones, He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him." —p. 84 - 86. " STILL stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...lovers are sleeping, Under the humble walls of the Tittle Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides... | |
 | 1848 - 468 頁
...pressed his lifeless head to her aching bosom, murmuring, " Father, I thank Thee !" And now within the walls of the little Catholic churchyard in the heart of the city, the wearied lovers are sleeping side by side, unknown and unnoticed. " Daily the tides of life go ebbing... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1849 - 170 頁
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meeldy she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!" STILI stands the forest primeval; but far away from its...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs Thousands of aching brains where theirs no longer are busy,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 476 頁
...the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee ! " Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are Thousands of aching brains, where theirs r»* longer... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 122 頁
...pain, and constant anguish of patience! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and for ever, Thousands of aching brains, where... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 頁
...more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, " Father, I thank thee!" STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from...the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and for ever ; Thousands of aching brains,... | |
 | 1851 - 788 頁
...On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. ' Gabriel IO my beloved!' • * • Still stands the forest primeval; but, far away from...in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs... | |
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isso Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed.... 
