 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 sayfa
...seamew. Yon Sun that sets upon he sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, " A few short hours and He will rise To give the morrow...gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate. " And now I'm in the world alone, Upon the wide, wide sea : v But why should I for others groan, When... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 sayfa
...the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land — Good Night ! A few short hours and he will rise To give the morrow...gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the gate. " Come hither, hither, my little page ! * Why dost thou weep and wail 1 Or dost thou dread the billows'... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 sayfa
...the sea, We follow in his flight ; . Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land — good night ! A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow...gathering on the wall — My dog howls at the gate. Come hither, hither, my little page, Why dost thou weep and wail ? Or dost thou dread the billow's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 sayfa
...Farewell awhile to him and tb.ec, My native Land— Good Night ! "A few short hours, and Пе will ri»» To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother Earth. Deserted is my^>wn good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds arc gathering on the wall ; My dog howls at the... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 sayfa
...FartTvell awhile to him und thee. My native Land— Good Night ! " A few «hört hour«, and He will ru* To give the Morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skie«. But not my mother Earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 sayfa
...horizon verg'd the distant deek, Diminisli'd — dwindled to a very speek — vanish'd. Byron's Island. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate...are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. Byron's Cfiilde Harold. I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour 's gone by, When Albyon's lessening... | |
 | Charles Jacobs Peterson - 1855 - 352 sayfa
...Beat on him ; gaping hinds stare at bis woe. — Joanna. Bailie. Deserted is my own good nail, It* hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog bowls at the gate. — Byron. An exile, ill in heart and frame, — A wanderer, weary of the way. —... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1856 - 376 sayfa
...the sea We follow in his flight ; Farewell a while to him and thee, My native Land — Good-night ! " A few short hours and he will rise To give the morrow...the gate. 3. " Come hither, hither, my little page !J Why dost thou weep and wail ? 1 [See Lord Maxwell's "Good Night," in Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 sayfa
...we follow in his flight: farewell awhile contempt. to him and thee : my native land — Good night ! A few short hours, and he will rise to give the morrow...not my mother, earth ! Deserted is my own good hall, oioomn>. its hearth is desolate ; wild weeds are gathering on the wall — my dog howls at the gate.... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1856 - 624 sayfa
...the distant deek, Diminish'd — dwindled to a very speek — Then vanish'd. Byron't Island. Desertqd is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate ; Wild...are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. Byron's Childe Harold. I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour 's gone by, When Albion's lessening... | |
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A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither,... 
