 And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.  The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review - Pàgina 58editat per - 1889Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1865 - 838 pàgines
...love, Elizabeth ! " " And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on^hy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place." " A Dead Year " and " Kequiescat in Pace" are the... | |
 | 1862 - 1006 pàgines
...And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter dcare . The waters laid thcc at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy...grass, That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebhe and flow, alas ! To manyc more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith), And... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 344 pàgines
...my love, Elizabeth.' And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early...ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife,... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 274 pàgines
...visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife,... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 554 pàgines
...my love, Elizabeth." And didst thcm visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. The pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.... | |
 | David Gray - 1864 - 282 pàgines
...! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early...ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife,... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1864 - 36 pàgines
...! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early...ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath /* /.?•," , £•-„<... | |
 | 1864 - 594 pàgines
...overtook her. Every reader will appreciate the mournful yet reconciling music of the extract : — " That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife,... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 562 pàgines
...my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early...ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth. I shall never hear her more... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1866 - 274 pàgines
...! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early...ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath 152 I shall never... | |
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