 Be sure to remind him daily of his ride. Have no fear for me." She could not speak to her father; she kissed him and hurried off. CHAPTER XI. " The billows they tumble with might, with might, She flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is...  Sketches of Married Life - Página 140por Eliza Lee Cabot Follen - 1838 - 304 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 344 páginas
...greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore; The billows they tumble with might, with might; »And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 414 páginas
...green-wood roar, The damsel paces along the shore; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 406 páginas
...green-wood roar, The damsel paces along the shore; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | 1849 - 466 páginas
...greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might, And she flings out her voice to the darksome night— Her bosom is swelling with sorrow : The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 páginas
...greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night, Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 páginas
...greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night ; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1869 - 204 páginas
...greenwood roar, The <lamsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night ; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | Friedrich Schiller - 1872 - 576 páginas
...greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore; The billows, they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1873 - 472 páginas
...to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow. The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night, Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1889 - 308 páginas
...greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath... | |
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