 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1842 - 638 pages
...at thy watery grave, To struggle, and feel there is none to save ! GOD shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past...Where the amber-drops for thee shall weep, And the rose-ltpp'd shell its music keep ; There thou shalt slumber well. The gem and the pearl lie heap'd... | |
 | David H. Williams - American literature - 1842 - 382 pages
...thy watery grave, To struggle, and feel there is none to save, — God shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past...the struggle is o'er. Down, down where the storm is hushed to sleep, Where the sea its dirge shall swell ; Where the amber drops for thee shall weep, And... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich, George Stillman Hilliard - English literature - 1842 - 364 pages
...thy watery grave, To struggle, and feel there is none to save, — God shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past...the struggle is o'er. Down, down where the storm is hushed to sleep, Where the sea its dirge shall swell ; Where the amber drops for thee shall weep, And... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 280 pages
...at thy watery grave, To struggle, and feel there is1 none to save ! GOD shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past...the rose-lipp'd shell its music keep ; There thou shalt slumber well. The gem and the pearl lie heap'd at thy side ; They fell from the neck of the beautiful... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1843 - 558 pages
...helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past; The trembling hands on the deep arc cast ; The white brow gleams a moment more, Then slowly...the rose-lipp'd shell its music keep ; There thou shalt slumber well. The gem and the pearl lie heap'd at thy side ; They fell from the neck of the beautiful... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1845 - 538 pages
...at thy watery grave, To struggle, and feel there is none to save ! Gon shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past;...shall weep, And the rose-lipp'd shell its music keep ; Th.-re thou shall slumber well. The gem and the pearl lie heap'd at thy side ; They fell from the... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1849 - 428 pages
...at thy watery grave, To struggle, and feel there is none to save — God shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past,...brow gleams a moment more, Then slowly sinks — the strugglo is o'er. Down, down where the storm is hushed to sleep, Where the sea its dirge shall swell,... | |
 | Thomas Buchanan Read - American poetry - 1852 - 516 pages
...the storm alone; To struggle aghast at thy watery grave, To struggle and feel there is none to save! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past;...cast; The white brow gleams a moment more, Then slowly sinks,—the struggle is o'er. Down, down where the storm is hushed to sleep, Where the sea its dirge... | |
 | Readers - 1853 - 458 pages
...at thy watery grave, To struggle, and feel there is none to save ! God shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past...sleep, Where the sea its dirge shall swell ; Where the amber drops for thee shall weep, And the rose-lipp'd shell its music keep ; There thou shalt slumber... | |
 | S. Herbert Lancey - American literature - 1854 - 338 pages
...grave, To struggle and feel there is none to save ! God shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limhs yield, for their strength is past ; The trembling...the struggle is o'er. Down, down where the storm is lash'd to sleep, Where the sea its dirge shall swell ; Where the amber drops for thee shall weep, And... | |
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GOD shield thee, helpless one ! The stout limbs yield, for their strength is past ; The trembling hands on the deep are cast ; The white brow gleams a moment more, Then slowly sinks, — the struggle is o'er. Down, down where the storm is... 
