 | Thomas Moore - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 580
...his lonely isle. HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUE. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea, For then sweet dreams of...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long to... | |
 | John Mackay Wilson - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 594
...and head resting on the rail, and muttering to himself. I approached him just in time to hear — " For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her reaper sigh to thee." "Ah, Tom, sentimentalising? I have some hopes of you now. Who is the object of... | |
 | 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...mingled in peace. HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long... | |
 | H. W. - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 114
...hardly heaven, because it never ends." 3. " How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ! For then sweet dreams...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee." 4. A pantomime. 5. " Our country's welfare is our first concern, And who promotes that best — best... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 726
...has looked its last. CH TOWNSHEND 48 EVENING HOW dear to me the hour when daylight dies, and sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; for then sweet dreams...arise, and memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee! and, as I watch the line of light that plays along the smooth wave toward the burning west, I long... | |
 | Words - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 368
...daylight's past. Moore. HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west, I long... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 752
...heaven, as if nought ill iG — tvntinued. ^ How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea, For then sweet dreams of...arise. And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. Thos. Moore. The sun is set ; the swallows are asleep ; The bats are flitting fast in the grey air... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 474
...MOOBB.] [Air—'- The twisting of the rope." How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And mem'ry breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And as I watch the line of light that-plays Along the smooth... | |
 | William Beckford - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...fond of painting and I of dreaming about." " How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams...arise And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And as I watch the line of light that plays Along the smooth wave to the burning west, I long to tread... | |
 | Francis William Newman - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 226
...(exsurgite !) se rotat, £c. SUNSET ON THE SEA. Hcnv dear to me the hour, when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ! For then sweet dreams...arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And as I watch the line of light, which plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the burning west, I long... | |
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How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave tow'rd the... 
