 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...him die across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend,...take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I hrard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro: The cricket chirps: the light burns... | |
 | 1833 - 484 pàgines
...him die, aeróse the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend,...blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and... | |
 | 1833 - 488 pàgines
...across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-baste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for hi* own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And...blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and... | |
 | 1839 - 876 pàgines
...acroas the waste, His aon and heir hath rid, post haste,— Bui he wad dead, before ! Every one for hia own ! The night is starry and cold, my friend! And the New Tear, blithe and bold, my friend ! Cornea up, 10 take hia own ! ***** Alack ! old friend ! thou'rt... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 pàgines
...him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he Ml be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow... | |
 | 1839 - 914 pàgines
...die, across the waste, His son and heir hath rid, post haste,— But he was dead, before ! Every one for his own ! The night is starry and cold, my friend...the New Year, blithe and bold, my friend ! Comes up, lo lake his own ! ***** Alack ! old friend ! thou'rt gone ! Close up his eyes ! Tie up his chin ! Step... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 pàgines
...across the waste, His son and heir doth ride post haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for bis own ; The night is starry and cold, my friend, And...snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tie nearly one o'clock. Shake hands... | |
 | 1840 - 326 pàgines
...His son and heir doth ride post haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own ; The night ia starry and cold, my friend, And the new year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take bis own. How hard he breathes ! Over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 pàgines
...him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pàgines
...him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he 'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend. Conies up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow... | |
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He was full of joke and jest, But all his merry quips are o'er. To see him die across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he'll be dead before. 
