| Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 380 páginas
...[complexion] as the summer snow; Red his face as the morning light; Cold he lies in the grave below, My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. I Hark! the raven flaps his wing In.the briard dell below ; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing To 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, Black lu's hair as the winter night ; White his rode [complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face... | |
| Musa, Thomas Oliphant (president of the Madrigal society) - 1837 - 520 páginas
...year. CCCLXXX. O sing unto my roundelay, O drop the briny tear with me : Dance no more on 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 skin as the summer... | |
| Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1831 - 622 páginas
...in dance as the thought can he ; Defthis labour — cudgel stout — О he lies by the willow tree ! My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing In the briarcd dell below ; — Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...Minstrel's Song ta Ella.} 0 ! sing unto my roundelay ; 0 ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at urned to thee ! And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, With many recognitions dim and fai Black his hair as the winter night, White bin neck as summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light,... | |
| 1849 - 606 páginas
...minds. " Oh ! sing unto my 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. " See the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky,... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...Muutrd's Song in Etta.] 0 ! eing unto my roundelay ; О ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at etimes hie death-bed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White hie neck as summer... | |
| William Howitt - 1847 - 524 páginas
...MINSTRELS IN ELLA. " 0 ! 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 death-bed, All under the willow tree. " Black his hair as the winter night, White his neck as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning... | |
| 1849 - 588 páginas
...minds. " Oh ! sing unto my roundelay, Oh ! drop the briny tear with me, Dance no more at holy day, "See the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky,... | |
| 1849 - 290 páginas
...minds. " Oh ! sing unto my roundelay, Oh ! drop the briny tear with me, Danee no more at holy day, Like a running river be ; My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow treo. " See the white moon shines on high ;. Whiter is my true love's shrond ; . Whiter thaa the moruing... | |
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