| 1927 - 658 pages
...bidst me honour with an artless song, affectionate, a mother lost so long. My mother! when I learnt that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou... | |
| 1923 - 748 pages
...distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child — chase all thy fears away!" . . My Mother! when I learnt that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou... | |
| 1854 - 1184 pages
...least abated." And he penned the following lines on that occasion : — " My mother ! when I learned that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps... | |
| Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 pages
...Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. (1. 1—2) 10 My Mother! when I learnt on of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight o Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son. Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? (1. 7—10)... | |
| Sandra M Gilbert, Susan Gubar, Diana Ohehir - 1995 - 386 pages
...Affectionate, a mother lost so long, I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own; And, while that face renews my filial grief,...conscious of the tears I shed? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unseen,... | |
| William Cowper - 2003 - 124 pages
...Affectionate, a mother lost so long, I will obey, not willingly alone, But gladly, as the precept were her own; And, while that face renews my filial grief,...Elysian reverie, A momentary dream, that thou art she. 20 My mother! when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears 1 shed? Hover'd... | |
| John Davey - 2007 - 405 pages
...thee last These lips are thine - thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me. My mother, when I learn'd that thou wast dead, Say, wast thou conscious of the tears 1 shed? Perhaps thou gavs't me, though unfelt, a kiss; Perhaps a tear if souls can weep in bliss. I... | |
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