 | Ebenezer Elliott - 1835 - 306 sayfa
...heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But I through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late...I was stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as he sighed His last and slept." W IN - HILL; THE CURSE OF GOD. TO FRANCIS PLACE, ESQ., AUTHOR OF... | |
 | Ebenezer Elliott - 1835 - 310 sayfa
...heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But T through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late...I was stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as he sighed His last and slept." W IN - HI LL; 01, THE CURSE OF GOD. TO FRANCIS PLACE, ESQ., AUTHOR... | |
 | 1835 - 332 sayfa
...heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel ; But I through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more ! Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late...I was stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as lie sighed His last, and slept. RONALD HERBERT, THE SELFISH MAN. y BY MRS. SC HALL. CHAPTER I. I... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 sayfa
...heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But I through woodhined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late...I was stricken when he died, — i felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. A 1'OET'8 EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal ! Here thy brother lies, The Poet... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 sayfa
...heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But I through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late...I was stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. A POET'S EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal ! Here thy brother lies, The Poet... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 sayfa
...heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But I through woodbined Ianes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late we stood and wept ; For 1 was stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. A l'OET'8 EPITAPH.... | |
 | Ebenezer Elliott - 1840 - 194 sayfa
...more, no more. The wren below, the thrush above, Of bright to-morrow's joy and love Sing to the sun. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late we stood and wept ; For I was stricken when he died — And where the rose-leaf, ever bold, I felt the arrow as he sighed Hears bees chant hymns to God,... | |
 | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1844 - 530 sayfa
...bowers, as heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel ; But I through woodbine lanes shall steal Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late we stood...I was stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. The old poets were either very prodigal men of their kernels of sense,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 sayfa
...heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel ; But I through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late...For I was stricken when he died — I felt the arrow as he sigh'd His last and slept. COME AND GONE. TOR silent moonbeams on the drifted snow Shine cold,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 sayfa
...heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel ; But I through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me by my brother's side, Where late...wept ; For I was stricken when he died — I felt the alrow as he sigh'd His last and slept. COME AND GONE. TRE silent moonbeams on the drifted snow Shine... | |
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Shire-cliffs' shade Will ramble where my boyhood played, Though Alfred dies. Then panting woods the breeze will feel. And bowers, as heretofore, Beneath their load of roses reel : But I through woodbined lanes shall steal No more, no more. Well, lay me... 
