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" She is not dead, — the child of our affection, — But gone unto that school Where she no longer needs our poor protection, And Christ himself doth rule. In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion, By guardian angels led, Safe from temptation,... "
The Chief American Poets: Selected Poems by Bryant, Poe, Emerson, Longfellow ... - Page 150
edited by - 1905 - 713 pages
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The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Volume 19

1856 - 1026 pages
...transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection —...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air: Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair....
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Littell's Living Age, Volume 24

1850 - 642 pages
...transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portals we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection —...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair....
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Volumes 4-5

John Seely Hart - 1849 - 934 pages
...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She ie not dead— the child of our affectionBut gone unto that school, Where she no longer needs our...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air} Year нпег year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more...
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Littell's Living Age, Volume 21

1849 - 742 pages
...call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone unto that school, Where ehe no longer needs our poor protection And Christ himself...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair....
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Echoes of Infant Voices

M. A. H. - 1849 - 160 pages
...but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of oar affection, — But gone unto that school Where she...from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and...
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The Boston Book: Being Specimens of Metropolitan Literature

Oliver Wendell Holmes, Nathaniel Hawthorne, James Russell Lowell, John Greenleaf Whittier, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 388 pages
...transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, —...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair....
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 20

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 608 pages
...life Elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone into Ȁ "H 1850 Leavitt, Throw and Co") Agne In those bright realm* of air; Year after year her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair....
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Light for the House of Mourning: a Book for the Bereaved

Jabez Burns - 1850 - 240 pages
...elysian, Whose portal we call death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone into that school, Where she no longer needs our poor protection,...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair....
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...transition ; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, — the child of our affection, —...call dead. Day after day we think what she is doing In those bright realms of air ; Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair....
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 pages
...transition; This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead, the child of our affection, But gone...from sin's pollution, She lives, whom we call dead. Year after year, her tender steps pursuing, Behold her grown more fair. Thus do we walk with her, and...
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