 In the brier'd dell below; Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing To the nightmares, as they go: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.  The Shirburnian - Pàgina 451859Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 pàgines
...sing, To the night-mares as they go ; My love is dead, Gone to his deathbed, All under the willow tree. See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true love's shroud; Whiter than the morning i,ky, Whiter than the evening cloud; My love is dead, Gone to his deathbed, All under the willow tree.... | |
 | 1822 - 418 pàgines
...death-bed, All under the wjllow tree. See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true-love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Here, upon my true-love's grave, Shall the barren flowers be laid, Nor one holy saint... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pàgines
...thought was he, Deft his tabor, cudgel stout, O ! he lies by the willow-tree : My love is dead, &c. See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my...sky, Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead, &c. Here upon my true love's grave Shall the garen (a) flowers be laid ; Not one holy saint to save... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1829 - 318 pàgines
...sing To the night-mares as they go. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. See the white moon» shines on high, Whiter is my...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. But, perhaps, the most convincing proof of this modern character of Rowley's verse, may... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 pàgines
...Kouud hie holy corse to gre ; (3) Ouphante (4) fairy, light your fires, Here my body still shall be. \ Come with acora cup and thorn, Dniin my heart's blood all away ; Life and all its good I scorn, Dance... | |
 | 1834 - 358 pàgines
...Drain my [pure] heart's blood away ; Life and all its goods I scorn, Dance by night, or feast by day. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. 1 die, I come ; my true love waits. Thus the damsel spake, and died. This is a part of the minstrel's... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 370 pàgines
...sing To the night-mares as they go. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. See the white moon shines on high, Whiter is my true...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. But, perhaps, the most convincing proof of this modem character of Rowley's verse, may... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 370 pàgines
...sing To the night-mares as they go. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. See the white moon shines on high, Whiter is my true love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky, AVhiter than the evening cloud ; My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree.... | |
 | Thomas Chatterton - 1842 - 492 pàgines
...poems are essentially sublime. We need not aggregate examples, — one instance will be sufficient : " See the white moon shines on high, Whiter is my true love's shroud," is continually haunting us, and contains a psychological mystery on which we are never weary of meditating.... | |
 | Thomas Chatterton - 1842 - 528 pàgines
...are essentiallv sublime. We need not aggregate examples, — one instance will be sufficient : •' See the white moon shines on high, Whiter is my true love's shroud," is continually haunting us, and contains a psychological mystery on which we are never weary of meditating.... | |
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