 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 页
...boy a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there: I thread the crowded street, A satchelled lad I meet. With the same beaming eyes and colored...my eye, Scarcely believing that — he is not there 1I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid : Closed are his eyes: cold is his forehead fair; My hand... | |
 | 1852 - 448 页
...a call, And then bethink me that, — he 'is not there ! I tread the crowded street ; A satchel' d lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colored hair; And as he's running by, Following with my eye, Scarcely believing — he it not there .' I know his face is... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 页
...crowded street ; A satchel'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colour'd hair ; And, as he's running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that — he is not there ! 128 MY CHILD. I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes ; cold is his forehead... | |
 | Charles William Everest - 1844 - 480 页
...the boy a call; And then bethink me that—he is not there! I thread the crowded street; A satchelled lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colored...running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that—he is not there! I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes ; cold is... | |
 | 1844 - 398 页
...crowded street; A satchel'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and coloured hair ; And, as he's running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that^— he is not there ! I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair; My hand... | |
 | William Morrison Engles - 1844 - 274 页
...crowded street ; A satcheled lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and coloured hair ; And as he's running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that — he is not there ! I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes ; cold is his forehead fair ; My hand... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 136 页
...crowded street ; A satchell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colour'd hair : And, as he's running by, Follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that— he is not there ! I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes ; cold is his forehead ; My hand that... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1844 - 188 页
...crowded street, a satchell'd lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colour'd hair: And, as he's running by, follow him with my eye, Scarcely believing that — he is not there ! 1 know his face is hid under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes, cold is his forehead fair; My... | |
 | 1844 - 298 页
...a call ; And then bethink me that — he is not there ! I thread the crowded street ; A satchelled lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colored hair : And, as he 'a running by, Follow him- with my eye, Scarcely believing that — he is not there I I know his face... | |
 | 1845 - 328 页
...child a call ; And then bethink me that— he is not therer I thread the crowded street; A satchelled lad I meet, With the same beaming eyes and colored...he is not there I I know his face is hid Under the coffin lid ; Closed are his eyes ; cold is his forehead fair, My hand that marble felt; Ofer it in... | |
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Closed are his eyes; cold is his forehead fair; My hand that marble felt; O'er it in prayer I knelt; Yet my heart whispers that — he is not there ! I cannot make him dead! 
