 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1818 - 628 sayfa
...long dyed, Are hung a spangled robe, a broken plume, Dropping, as fresh-drawn from the river tide, And cold beneath them lies — the lost ! — the suicide...cheek has now no veil But one long, dripping lock acros»it shed ; Yet her wide eye looks living. Oh ! the tale Told there — of reason that began to... | |
 | George Croly - 1818 - 228 sayfa
...ouze a Are hung a spangled robe, a Dropping, as fresh-drawn fro: And cold beneath them lies — th L. A few rude boards are now her beauty's bed ; Her still...no veil But one long, dripping lock across it shed ; Yet'her wide eye looks living. Oh ! the tale Told there— of reason that began to fail, Of wild... | |
 | 524 sayfa
...long dyed, Are hung a spangled robe, a broken plume, Dropping as fresh drawn from the river side ; And cold beneath them lies the lost — the suicide '. '"A few rude boards are now her beanty's bed ; Her still and roseless face has now no veil, But one long dripping lock across it shed... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1845 - 496 sayfa
...long dyed, Are hung a spangled robe, a broken plume, Dropping an fresh drawn from the river side; And cold beneath them lies the lost — the suicide! "...are now her beauty's bed ; Her still and roseless face has now no veil, But one long dripping lock across it shed ; Yet her wide eye looks living. O,... | |
 | John William Carleton - 1848 - 136 sayfa
...stone start from their sockets. Her pale wan hands are clenched and writhed in their last agony ! " A few rude boards are now her beauty's bed; Her still and roseless face has now no veil, But one long dripping lock across it shed ; Yet her wide eye looks living. O... | |
 | 524 sayfa
...long dyed, Are hang a spangled robe, a broken plume, Dropping as fresh drawn from the river side; And cold beneath them lies the lost — the suicide !...are now her beauty's bed ; Her still and roseless face has now no veil, But one long dripping lock across it shed ; Yet her wide eye looks living. O,... | |
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And cold beneath them lies the lost — the suicide! " ' A few rude boards are now her beauty's bed ; Her still and roseless face has now no veil, But one long dripping lock across it shed ; Yet her wide eye looks living. O, the... 