 | 1827 - 480 pàgines
...eyes her tresses fell — Which were darkest none could tell ; But long lashes veil'da light Which had else been all too bright ; And her hat with shady brim Made her forehead darkly dim : Thus she stood among the stooks, Praising God with her sweet looks. Sure, I said,... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1827 - 240 pàgines
...blackest none could tell, But long lashes veil'da light, That had else been all too bright. N 3 181 And her hat, with shady brim, Made her tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks : < — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where 1 reap thou... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pàgines
...frosts are all agone : And that which hangs upon the spray, It is no snow, but flower of May ! SHB stood breast high amid the corn, Clasp'd by the golden...tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pàgines
...won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened : — such a hlush In the midst of brown was horn, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her...tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks Praising God with sweetest looks : — SHK's up and gone, the graceless girl ! And robh'd my... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 pàgines
...clutches (Buying him crutches !) — What can an old man do but die ? RUTH. SHE stood breast high amid tne corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the...tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 pàgines
...clutches (Buying him crutches !) — What can an old man do but die ? RUTH. SHE stood breast high amid tne corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the...tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou... | |
 | 1845 - 614 pàgines
...corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, Which were blackest none could tell; Bat long lashes veiled a light, That had else been all too bright. And her hat, with shady brim, Made her Uessy forehead dim ; Thus she stood amid the stooks, Praising God with sweetest looks. "Sure," I said,... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1846 - 672 pàgines
...clutches (Buying him crutches !) — What can an old man do but die 1 RUTH. SHE stood breast high amid tne corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the...tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1846 - 300 pàgines
...grassy tombs, And tears of dew are on them all. RUTH. SHE stood breast high amid the corn, Clasp 'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of...tressy forehead dim ; — Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks : — Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1846 - 292 pàgines
...midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her tresses fell, AVhich were blackest none could tell, But long lashes veil'da...her tressy forehead dim ;— Thus she stood amid the stocks, Praising God with sweetest looks :— Sure, I said, heav'n did not mean, Where I reap thou... | |
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Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won. On her cheek an autumn flush, Deeply ripened ; — such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn. Round her eyes her... 
