 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - Literature - 1910 - 330 pages
...listen as deep as to horrible hell, As high as to heaven, and you do not tell. " There must be pleasure in dying, sweet, To make you so placid from head to...! " I would tell you, darling, if I were dead, And 't were your hot tears upon my brow shed, — " I would say, though the Angel of Death had laid His... | |
 | Readers - 1912 - 584 pages
...listen as deep as to horrible hell, As high as to heaven, and you do not tell. "There must be pleasure in dying, sweet, To make you so placid from head to..."dead, And 'twere your hot tears upon my brow shed, — ''You should not ask vainly, with streaming eyes, Which of all deaths was the chiefest surprise,... | |
 | American poetry - 1918 - 2062 pages
...cheek; He and she; yet she would not smile, Though he called her the name that was fondest erewhfle. s, they are so placid and self-contained; * God; Not one is dissatisfied— Darb'ng, if I were dead, And 'twere your hot tears upon my brow shed. "I would say, though the angel... | |
 | Sir Edwin Arnold - 1920 - 288 pages
...listen as deep as to horrible hell, As high as to heaven, and you do not tell. "There must be pleasure in dying, sweet, To make you so placid from head to feet 1 " I would tell you, darling, if I were dead, And 'twere your hot tears upon my brow shed, — " I... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1925 - 408 pages
...listen as deep as to horrible hell, As high as to heaven, and you do not tell. "There must be pleasure in dying, sweet, To make you so placid from head to...! " I would tell you, darling, if I were dead. And 't were your hot tears upon my blow shed, — " I would say, though the angel of death had laid His... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1880 - 1106 pages
...listen as deep as to horrible hell, As high as to heaven, and you do not tell. " There must be pleasure e's merged ; 0, never by love's own warm art So cold a plea was urged ! 't were your hot tears upon my brow shed, — "I would say, though the angel of death had laid His... | |
 | Mormons - 1904 - 746 pages
...language of death? See now; I will listen with soul, not ear; What was the secret of dying, dear?.. I would tell you, darling, If I were dead. And 'twere your hot tears upon my brow shed, You shovild not ask vainly with streaming eyes, Which of all deaths was the chiefest surprise, The... | |
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And was it the innermost heart of the bliss To find out so, what a wisdom love is ? "O perfect dead! O dead most dear ! I hold the breath of my soul to hear. " I listen as deep as to horrible hell, As high as to heaven, and you do not tell. 
