| sir Herbert Croft (5th bart.) - 1780 - 324 páginas
...the jubilee. O ! fing unto my roundelay, 0! drop the brfny tear with me 5 Dance no more on holyday, Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. If your ear be ftruckby the cadence, you will1 be ftruck not a little, in the remainder of the' fong,... | |
| 1780 - 550 páginas
...; Oí a« ye oc ver Jh-iU complai». SONG. OSW6 BHto my roundelay, О drop the briny tear with me; Dance no more on holiday! Like a running river be. My love Is dead, Gone to hi» death-bed, Л11 under the willow tree t Black his hair as winter night ; White his fkih as fnnuner... | |
| Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 páginas
...dell! A DIRGE. CHATTERTON. O! sing unto my roundelay, O ! drop the briny tear with me, Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river. be ; My love is dead, Gone to his deathbed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning... | |
| 1822 - 418 páginas
...yet their bosoms bleed,) May almost dream they are not past. A DIRGE. CHATTEBTON. Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river be: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning... | |
| Joseph Cottle - 1829 - 318 páginas
...flagrant. Oh ! sing unto me roundelay ; Oh ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holy day j Like a running river be : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night ; White his rode [complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 páginas
...briers,; Kouud hie holy corse to gre ; (3) Ouphante (4) fairy, light your fires, Here my body still shall XjFg \ willow-tree. Come with acora cup and thorn, Dniin my heart's blood all away ; Life and all its good... | |
| 1835 - 842 páginas
...a personal elegy. " O sing unlo my roundelay — О drop the briny tears with me ; Dance no more at holiday— Like a running river be. My love is dead. Gone to his death-bed, Alt under the willow tree. Black his hair as the summer night, White his brow as the winter snow, Red... | |
| 1834 - 358 páginas
...my roundelay, O ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river we. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow tree. Come with acorn-cup and thorne, Drain my [pure] heart's blood away ; Life and all its goods I scorn,... | |
| 1836 - 802 páginas
...personal elegy. " О Btng unto my roundelay — О drop the briny tears with me ; Dance no more ill holiday — Like a running river be. My love is dead. Gone to liis death-bed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the summer night, White his brow as the... | |
| Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 370 páginas
...flagrant. Oh ! sing unto me roundelay ; , Oh ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holy day ; Like a running river be : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night ; White his rode [complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face... | |
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