 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
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 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...face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strew'd wrecks about the grass, That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1881 - 748 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...thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That now strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe swept out the nocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1881 - 390 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 dawn was c'ear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.... | |
 | 1883 - 172 pàgines
...lost! 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 salth). And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1883 - 382 pàgines
...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...the grass, That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea; .4 fatal ebbe and flow, alas! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith).... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 388 pàgines
...visit him no more ! — Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter dear ! The waters laid thee at his door Ere yet the early dawn was clear : Thy pretty bairns...in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Down-drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strew* d wrecks about the grass ; That ebh swept out... | |
 | Anna Lydia Ward - 1883 - 662 pàgines
...love, Elizabeth I " And didst thoa risit him no more ? Thou didst, tbou didst, my daughter deare : The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy prctty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place.... | |
 | Martha Louise Rayne - 1885 - 578 pàgines
...lost! my love, Elizabeth! " And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter dear; The waters laid thee at his doore Ere yet the early...dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebb swept out the flocks to sea; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas! To manye, more than myne and mee; Bat... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1885 - 308 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...on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. L That flow strewed wrecks about the grass. That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea; A fatal ebbe and... | |
 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1886 - 746 pàgines
...visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun...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,... | |
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