 | Ebenezer Elliott - 1835 - 306 páginas
...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 we stood...I felt the arrow as he sighed His last and slept." W IN - HILL; THE CURSE OF GOD. TO FRANCIS PLACE, ESQ., AUTHOR OF , Hustmttons of liic ^{(nciple oi... | |
 | Ebenezer Elliott - 1835 - 310 páginas
...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 we stood...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 OF " Illustrations of tijt ^iinriplt... | |
 | 1835 - 332 páginas
...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 we stood...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 WAS... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 páginas
...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 we stood...i felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. A 1'OET'8 EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal ! Here thy brother lies, The Poet of the poor, His hooks were rivers,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 páginas
...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 we stood...I felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. A POET'S EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal ! Here thy brother lies, The Poet of the poor, His books were rivers,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 páginas
...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 páginas
...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 páginas
...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...felt the arrow as he sighed His last, and slept. The old poets were either very prodigal men of their kernels of sense, or only the kernels of the old poets... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...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 we stood...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, and... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1846 - 332 páginas
...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 we stood...stricken when he died, — I felt the arrow as he sigh'd His last, and slept. A POET'S EPITAPH. STOP, Mortal ! Here thy brother lies, The Poet of the... | |
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Shireclift''s 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... 
