 Of distraction passed away ; Not a sign of further grieving Stirred my soul that awful day. Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting ; Sunk to peace the twilight breeze : Summer dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. Then his eyes...  Wuthering Heights - Página 64por Emily Brontë - 1905 - 333 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1846 - 602 páginas
...strangely dreary, Clouded, evnn as they would weep. " But they wept not — but they changed notNever moved, and never closed ; Troubled still, and still...heard no sighing — So I knew that he was dead." And now loquitur Acton Bell : " Yes, thou art gone ! and never more Tby sunny smile shall gladden me... | |
 | 1857 - 602 páginas
...dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. " Then his eyes began to wenry, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely...Troubled still, and still they ranged not, Wandered not, not yet reposed. • " So I knew that he was dying — Stooped and raised his languid head ; Felt no... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1846 - 182 páginas
...dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. Then his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely...and heard no sighing, So I knew that he was dead. ELLIS. SONG. THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells,... | |
 | 1846 - 610 páginas
...dews fell softly, welting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. 11 Then his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely...would weep. " But they wept not — but they changed notNever moved, and never closed ; Troubled still, and still they ranged not — Wandered not, nor... | |
 | 1851 - 534 páginas
...Summer dews fell softly, wetting Glen and glade, and silent trees. Then his eyes began to weary, Weigh'd beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary, Clouded, even as they would weep. Never moved, and never closed; Troubled still, and still they ranged not— Eut they wept not, but... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1857 - 624 páginas
...dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. " Thru his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely...Troubled still, and still they ranged not, Wandered not, not yet reposed. • " So I knew that he was dying — Stooped and raised liis languid head ; Felt... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1859 - 420 páginas
...dews fell softly wetting Glen, and glaile, and silent trees. Then his eyes began to weary, VVeigh'd beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely...dreary, Clouded, even as they would weep. But they wept not—but they changed not— Never moved, and never closed; Troubled still, and still they ranged... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1870 - 454 páginas
...dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. Then his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely...they ranged not — Wandered not, nor yet reposed 1 So I knew that he was dying — Stooped, and raised his languid head ; Felt no breath, and heard... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë - 1872 - 456 páginas
...dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. Then his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely...never closed ; Troubled still, and still they ranged notWandered not, nor yet reposed ! So I knew that he was dying — Stooped, and raised his languid... | |
 | Abraham Holroyd - 1873 - 228 páginas
...eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary, Clonded, even as they would weep. But they wept not, but they...and heard no sighing, So I knew that he was dead. Haworth. EMILY'JANE BRONTE. SPIRIT VOYAGING: A SONG OP HASCHISH. soft wind bloweth, the blythe stream... | |
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