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" My Mary weeps For the dead to-day; Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away. "
The New England Farmer - Sivu 86
tekijä(t) Samuel W. Cole - 1861
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American Bee Journal, Nide 56

1916
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, forward and back. Went drearily singing the chore-tfirl small. Draping each hive with a shred of black Trembling,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go! July, 1916. Then I said to myself : " My Mary weeps For the dead today; Haply her blind old erandsire...

Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin

Frances Martin - 1866
...bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl * small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, ' My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and...

THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VOLUME II

1867
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl* small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and...

THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER

1868
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and...

Ballads of New England

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1870 - 92 sivua
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and...

American poems, selected and ed. by W.M. Rossetti

American poems - 1873
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the...

The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 395 sivua
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her Wind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the...

The Complete Poetical Works of John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 395 sivua
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! 226 THE SYCAMORES. Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away. "...

Parnassus

Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 534 sivua
...door, — Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the...

The poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier. Complete ed

1874 - 481 sivua
...the chore-girl Before them, under the garden wall, Draping each hive with a shred of black. small, Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go I Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps...




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