 With the green of its shore, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell, Oh ! the dead shall sleep as sweetly, as well As if shrined in the pomp of Parian tombs, Where the east and the south breathe their rich perfumes. Nor forgotten...  Poetical Sketches of the South of France - Strona 59autor: Benjamin Bailey - 1831 - Liczba stron: 119Pełny widok - Informacje o książce
 | William Ladd - 1831 - Liczba stron: 890
...thoughtful around, 'till a prayer was said 1 ) cr the corse of the deaf unconscious dead, ¡'hen Ihoy bore his remains to the vessel's side And committed...is o'er, The sea rolled on as it rolled before. In th:i1 classical s''a. whose azure vies With the ¡irocii of its shores, and the blue of its skie.*.... | |
 | 1831 - Liczba stron: 670
...unconscious dead. Then they hore his remains to the vessel's side And committed them safe to the dark hlue tide, One sullen plunge and the scene is o'er, The sea rolled on as it rolled hefore. In th.it classical sea. whose azure vies With the tjreen of its shores, and the hlue of its... | |
 | Nathaniel Bouton - 1856 - Liczba stron: 882
...hearse, and no coffined bier, To bear with pomp and parade away The dead — to sleep with his kindrc'd clay. But the little group — a silent few, His companions,...rolled before. In that classical sea,* whose azure vies AVith the green of its shores, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell —... | |
 | Ann Jane - 1867 - Liczba stron: 252
...the cover of which is fastened the lock of his hair. The picture is before her where " They bore bis remains to the vessel's side, And committed them safe...scene is o'er, The sea rolled on as it rolled before. ****** " Nor forgotten shall be the humblest one, Though be sleep in the watery waste alone, When the... | |
 | 1907 - Liczba stron: 168
...prayer was said O'er the corse of the deaf, unconscious dead. Then they bore bis remains to the ship's side, And committed them safe to the dark, blue tide....classical sea, whose azure vies With the green of its shores, and the blue of its skies, In some pearly cave, in some coral cell, — Oh, the dead shall... | |
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