 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
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1888 - 698 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 would weep. But they wept not, but they changed n.-it, Never moved, and never closed ; Troubled still, and still they ranged not— Wandered not, nor... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë, Emily Brontë, Anne Brontë - 1889 - 448 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. S 0 N G. THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1893 - 696 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 1 So I knew that he was dying — Stooped, and raised his languid... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 860 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 raised his languid head ; Felt no breath, and beard no sighing. So I knew that he was dead. ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. [BORN at Liverpool, Jan. i, 1819... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 862 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 I So I knew that he was dying — Stooped, and raised his languid... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 862 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 would weep. But they wept not, but they changed nott Never moved, and never closed ; Troubled still, and still they ranged not— Wandered not, nor... | |
 | John Churton Collins - 1896 - 504 páginas
...began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely drear}-, Clouded, e'en as they would weep. But they wept not, but they changed...and heard no sighing, So I knew that he was dead. EMILY BRONTE. CCXCIII A DIRGE CALM on the bosom of thy God, Young spirit ! rest thee now ! E'en while... | |
 | 1895 - 748 páginas
...powerful in conception, but this is the measure: "So I knew that he was dying — Stooped and raised hia languid head, Felt no breath, and heard no sighing, So I knew that he was dead." And the dying person is called ' ' Edward. ' ' It was too much ' ' like the poetry that women generally... | |
 | Charlotte Brontë, Emily Brontë, Anne Brontë, Patrick Brontë - 1900 - 560 páginas
...Summer 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. 388 SONG THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1902 - 850 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...still they ranged not— Wandered not, nor yet reposed I So I knew that he was dying— Stooped, and raised his languid head ; Felt no breath, and heard no... | |
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