 | 1833
...have passed away. My bright and comely garment, alas ! it is rent in a thousand parts. Who will leave me such another ? Piece by piece, it has been stripped...ground. Beauty has departed ; gladness is gone out of my bosom; tne blood has retired from my heart, it has sunk into the earth. I am thirsty, I am cold.... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1839 - 312 pages
...my pride. The sun brightened my robe with his smile. The zephyrs breathed softly through its glossy folds ; the clouds strewed pearls among them. My shadow...my head, is shorn, my arms are stripped ; I cannot now throw a shadow on the ground. Beauty has departed ; gladness is gone out of my bosom ; the blood... | |
 | Hannah Flagg Gould - 1846 - 304 pages
...my pride. The sun brightened my robe with his smile ; the zephyrs breathed softly through its glossy folds ; the clouds strewed pearls among them. My shadow...spread far on the gentle air ; my head was lifted high, and my forehead was fair to the heavens. But now, how changed ! Sadness is upon me ; my head is shorn... | |
 | 1850
...pride. The sun brightened my robes with his smile ; the zephyrs breathed softly through their glossy e listened after it, bending her spirit towards heaven, she still heard the sounds ; head was lifted high, and my forehead was fair to the heavens. But now, how changed ! Sadness is upon... | |
 | Rufus Claggett - 1855
...away with their songs. " I stood in my pride. The sun brightened my robe with his smile. The zephyrsf breathed softly through its glassy folds ; the clouds...ground. Beauty has departed ; gladness is gone out of my bosom ; the blood has retired from my heart, it has sunk into the earth. I am thirsty, I am cold.... | |
 | Marcius Willson - 1860
...breathed softly through its glossy folds; the clouds strewed pearls among them. My shadow was w'de upon the earth. My arms spread far on the gentle air;...upon me ; my head is shorn, my arms are stripped ; I can not now throw a shadow on the ground. Beauty has departed; gladness is gone out of my bosom ; the... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1876
...my pride. The sun brightened my robe with his smile. The zephyrs breathed softly through its glossy folds ; the clouds strewed pearls among them. My shadow...lifted high ; my forehead was fair to the heavens. But how, how changed ! Sadness is upon mo ; my head is shorn, my arms are stripped ; I can not now throw... | |
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The zephyrsf breathed softly through its glassy folds ; the clouds strewed pearls among them. My shadow was wide upon the earth. My arms spread far on the gentle air: my head was lifted high; my forehead was fair to the heavens. But now how changed !... 