 T is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we '11 dearly rue for you. What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone.  Poems - Página 194por Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 261 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I hrard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro: The cricket chirps: the light burns low: 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you: What is... | |
 | 1833 - 488 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is... | |
 | 1833 - 484 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 páginas
...is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'J'is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old Year, we '11 dearly rue for you ; What... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the new year blithe and bold, my friend. Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! Over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tie nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; Old year we'll dearly rue for you, What is... | |
 | 1840 - 326 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the new year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take bis own. How hard he breathes ! Over the snow I heard just...cock. The shadows flicker to and fro: The cricket chirpa : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; OJd year we'll... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend. Comes up to take his own. T. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend. Conies up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we 'll dearly rue for you : What... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1845 - 436 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! — over the snow, I heard...and fro ; The cricket chirps; the light burns low: 'Tis nearly one* o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is... | |
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