 Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone.  National Lyrics - Página 19de John Greenleaf Whittier - 1866 - 104 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | 1845 - 234 páginas
...lone, Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go, Faint with toil, and rack'd with pain, To their cheerless homes again — There...— There no father's welcome meet them.— Gone, fc. Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On... | |
 | 1846 - 308 páginas
...lone. Oh, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go, Faint with toil, and rack'd with pain, To their cheerless homes again — There no brother's voice shall greet theo) — There no father's welcome meet them. Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice- swamp dank... | |
 | 1846 - 302 páginas
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone. To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1850 - 408 páginas
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
 | Harriet Beecher Stowe - 1853 - 534 páginas
...the rice-swamp dank and lone. 0, when weary, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go. Faint with toil, and racked with pain, To their cheerless...them, There no father's welcome meet them. Gone, gone, &c. Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From the tree whose shadow lay... | |
 | 1853 - 380 páginas
...To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters, Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone, sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play, From the cool spring where they drank,... | |
 | John Lawrence - 1854 - 230 páginas
...the rice swamp dank and lone. 0, when wesry, sad, and slow, From the fields at night they go, Faint with toil, and racked with pain, To their cheerless homes again, — There no brother's voice shall grect them, There no father's welcome mect them. Gone, gone, &c. Gone, gone, — sold and gone, To... | |
 | David W. Bartlett - 1855 - 440 páginas
...strews Poison with the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air, — Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank...hills and waters, — Woe is me, my stolen daughters I " But perhaps as fine a specimen of his poetry in this vein, is his poem upon the death of Oliver... | |
 | David W. Bartlett, D. W. (David W. ). Bartlett - 1855 - 408 páginas
...the falling dews, Where the sickly sunbeams glare Through the hot and misty air/— Gone, gone—sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone. From Virginia's...hills and waters,—* Woe is me, my stolen daughters I " But perhaps -as fine a specimen of his poetry in this vein, is his poem upon the death of Oliver... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1855 - 436 páginas
...the rice-swamp dank and lone, From Virginia's hills and waters — Woe is me, my stolen daughters ! Gone, gone — sold and gone, To the rice-swamp dank and lone, From the tree whose shadow lay On their childhood's place of play — From the cool spring where they drank... | |
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