 | William Marvel Nevin - 1895 - 526 lehte
...vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet. O, the last ray of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart ! Yet...— 'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill — O, no, it was something more exquisite still ! 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were... | |
 | Frances Eleanor Trollope - 1895 - 338 lehte
...regards to Mr. Trollope, believe me ever your very affectionate friend, "WS LANDOR." CHAPTER IX. " It was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her...of crystal and brightest of green ; ***** * 'Twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made ev'ry dear scene of enchantment more dear.... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1895 - 838 lehte
...by a visit to this romantic spot, in the summer of the year 1807. 4 The rivere Avon and Avoca. isle; Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green ; "T was not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still.... | |
 | Emma J. Todd - 1896 - 522 lehte
...vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh, the last ray of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1896 - 680 lehte
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'ej the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of wav! 344 Twas not her soft magic of streamlet... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1897 - 666 lehte
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends,... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 564 lehte
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1903 - 548 lehte
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...purest of crystal and brightest of green ; Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no — it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that... | |
 | Martin Grove Brumbaugh - 1899 - 408 lehte
...but not seeded. | BRIM'MING, full, overflowing. LXXX1.— THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. THOMAS MOORE. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene...something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how... | |
 | Charles Maus Taylor - 1899 - 340 lehte
...in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet...purest of crystal and brightest of green ; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no, — it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that... | |
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THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er... 
