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" As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare ! " Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep;... "
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tekijä(t) Thomas Hood - 1849 - 401 sivua
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The Lady's Magazine: Or, Entertaining Companion for the Fair Sex ...

1829 - 696 sivua
...I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refus'd to keep, Or land, or sea, though he should be Ten...deep. So wills the fierce avenging Sprite, Till blood with blood atones ! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have...

Spirit of the English Magazines

1828 - 514 sivua
...was bare ! Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For 1 knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep ; Or land or sea, though...avenging sprite, Till blood for blood atones ! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with atones, And years have rotted off his flesh — The world...

The Dream of Eugene Aram: The Murderer

Thomas Hood - 1831 - 80 sivua
...bare ! " Then down I cast me on my face, And -first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep : Or land or sea, though...avenging Sprite, Till blood for blood atones ! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh, — The world...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, Nide 7

1836 - 706 sivua
...was bare! 'Thou down I rast me on my face, Aod first began to weep. For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep ; Or land or sea, though...fathoms deep! ' So wills the fierce avenging sprite, TtU blood for blood atone»! Ay, though he's buried in a cave. And trodden down with stones ; And years...

The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from ...

Jewel - 1839 - 352 sivua
...bare ! " Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep ; Or land or sea, though...avenging sprite, Till blood for blood atones ! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones ; And years have rotted off his flesh — The world...

The Living Age, Nide 196

1893 - 844 sivua
...Akademie der Wisaewckaften, ' p. 363. From Blackwood's Magazine. THE RESTLESS DEAD. " Ay ! though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And...rotted off his flesh, The world shall see his bones." HOOD : The Dream of Euitene Aram. [Five years before the date of this story, George Woodfall, a wealthy...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Nide 8

1846 - 608 sivua
...bare ! " ' Then down I cast me on my face. And first began to weep. For I knew my secn'tthen was one That earth refused to keep ; Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep. " ' So wilU the fii-rce avenging Sprite, Till blood for blood atones ! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And...

American Monthly Knickerbocker, Nide 24

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - 626 sivua
...six hours !' Our correspondent should have taken the steamer ' Oras,' a swift and comfortable craft. 'So wills the fierce avenging sprite Till blood for blood atones ; Ay, thouph lie's buried in а cavo, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh,...

Prose and Verse, Nide 1

Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 sivua
...bare ! " Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That Earth refused to keep ; Or land or sea, though...And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted oflf his flesh — The world shall see his bones ! " Oh God, that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 sivua
...! •• Then down I cast me on my lace, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep; Or land or sea, though...avenging sprite, Till blood for blood atones ! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh — The world...




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