 | Park Benjamin, Oliver Wendell Holmes, John Osborne Sargent - 1833 - 114 pàgines
...o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets So forlorn As he shakes his feeble head... | |
 | 1836 - 268 pàgines
...o'er the ground With his cane. Chey say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round...And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if he said, ' They are gone.' :The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom,... | |
 | 1836 - 694 pàgines
...his cane. " They say that in his prime. Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better nun was found By the Crier on his round Through the town....And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if he said, ' They are gone.' " The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom,... | |
 | 1839 - 204 pàgines
...the ground With his cane. " They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Tune Cut him down, Not a better man was found, By the Crier on his round...he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan ; And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, ' They are gone ! ' " The... | |
 | John Keese - 1840 - 304 pàgines
...his cane. THE LAST LEAF. 135 They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round...And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if he said "They are gone," The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom, And... | |
 | 1841 - 376 pàgines
...o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round...And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom, And... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 pàgines
...o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round...And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has press'd In their bloom, And... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 pàgines
...o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the priming-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round...But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he mrcts So forlorn ; And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The... | |
 | 1848 - 276 pàgines
...o'er the ground With his , They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round...And he shakes his feeble head That it seems as if he said, ' They are gone.' The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom, And... | |
 | 430 pàgines
...With his cane. In the snow Tlu-y say that in his prime, Ere the lmmi ng-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff ; And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy... | |
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I SAW him once before^ As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the... 
