 | David Masson - 1874 - 336 páginas
...gree ; Ouphant,8 fairy, light your fires ; Here my body still shall be. Coldness. » Fasten. ! Elfin. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow- tree. Come with acorn-cup and thorn ; Drain my hearte's blood away ; Life and all its good I scorn, Dance... | |
 | Thomas Chatterton, Walter William Skeat - 1875 - 406 páginas
...grief away. [Enter Minstrels. cv. Song. Oh sing unto my roundelay, Oh drop the briny tear with me, Dance no more on holiday ; Like a running river be....love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. cvi. Black his hair as the winter night,2 White his skin as the summer snow, Red his face... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 páginas
...MINSTREL'S SOKO IN ELLA. 0, SINO unto my roundelay ! 0, 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, Ruddy his face... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 páginas
...MINSTREL'S SONG IN ELLA. 0, RING unto my roundelay ! 0, 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, Ruddy his fnee... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 páginas
...ANONYMOUS. MINSTREL'S SONG. 0, SINQ unto my roundelay ! 0, drop the briny tear with me ! Dance no more at holiday ; Like a running river be ; My love is dead, Gone to his death-led, All under the willow-tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his neck as summer... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 324 páginas
...DIRGE. 247 A DIRGE. O SING unto my roundelay, O drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holyday, Like a running river be : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Black his cryne as the winter night, White his rode as the summer snow, Red his face as... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 332 páginas
...the briars Round his holy corse to gree; Ouphant fairy, light your fires — Here my body still shall be : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Come, with acorn-cup and thorn, Drain my hearte's blood away ; Life and all its goods... | |
 | Choice poems - 1879 - 206 páginas
.... (See page 137). THE MINSTREL'S SONG. OH sing unto my roundelay ; Oh drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more on holiday ; Like a running river be...dead, Gone to his death-bed. All under the willow tree ! Black his hair as the winter night, White his throat as the summer snow, Red his cheek as the morning... | |
 | Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore - 1879 - 376 páginas
...MINSTRELS SONG IN ELLA 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 death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Black his hair as the winter night. White his neck as summer snow, My love is dead, Gone... | |
 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - 318 páginas
...DIRGE. . 247 A DIRGE. O SING unto my roundelay, 0 drop the briny tear with me; Dance no more at holyday, Like a running river be : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Black his cryne as the winter night, White his rode as the summer snow, Red his face as... | |
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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, 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... 
