 Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near, The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest — For I've laid you, darling!  The Eclectic Review - Pàgina 629editat per - 1839Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Garland - 1872 - 170 pàgines
...breath warm on my cheek ; And I still keep listening for the words You never more may speak ! I 'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends ; But oh ! they love the better far, The few our Father sends. And you were all I had, Mary, My blessing and my pride ; — There 's... | |
 | Mary Margaret Heaton - 1872 - 328 pàgines
...thinking of her as he sits at the stile where, in happy days, they used to meet ; and he says, " I 'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends ; But, oh ! they love the better far, The few our Father sends ; " And you were all I had, Mary, My blessing and my pride ; There 's... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1873 - 236 pàgines
...And I still keep list'ning for the words You never more will speak. Tis but a step down yonder lane, I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary. And the little church stands near— The church where we were wed, Mary : And my step might break your... | |
 | 1920 - 742 pàgines
...out on a journey, and still he sings, or rather mourns : — " Tis but a step down yonder lane, The little church stands near; The church where we were...between, Mary, And my step might break your rest. As the man comes on to the road, the stranger lad, who has burst into tears, now uncovers and reveals... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 pàgines
...the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest, Where I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast. I 'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends ; But, O, they love the better still The... | |
 | 1876 - 732 pàgines
...You never more will speak. 'Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near — But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step...now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; But, O ! they love the better still The few our Father sends ! And you were all I had, Mary — My blessing... | |
 | 1876 - 286 pàgines
...still keep listenin' for the words You nevermore will speak. 'T is but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near, The church where we were...between, Mary, And my step might break your rest, — For I 've laid you, darling ! down to sleep With your baby on your breast. I 'm very lonely now, Mary,... | |
 | 1876 - 734 pàgines
...w";//-slou<i^isi"m-^. An<i tl,& corn ; .„ ; BatI misf^ the »„(•,„].„„ „? ,.„,!.. ii But tlic graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break...baby on your breast. I'm very lonely now, Mary, For tiie poor make no new friends; J'.nt, O ! they love the better still The few our Father sends ! And... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 pàgines
...keep listening for the words You nevermore may apeak. 'T is but a step down yonder lane, The village church stands near, — The church where we were wed,...between, Mary, And my step might break your rest, Where I 've Uud yon, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast. I 'm very lonely now, Mary,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1876 - 284 pàgines
...still keep listenin' for the words You nevermore will speak. 'T is tut a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near, The church where we were...here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my sl.ep might break your rest,, — For I 've laid you, darling! down to sleep With your baby on your... | |
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