 Nor, cruel earl! can I enjoy The humble charms of solitude; Your minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns, or pratings rude. "Last night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess,...  The journey-book of England. Berkshire (Derbyshire, Hampshire, Kent). - Page 127by England - 1840Full view - About this book
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - Children's poetry, English - 1877 - 326 pages
...and waste with care, ' Like the poor plant, that, from its stem ' Divided, feels the chilling air. ' My spirits flag ; my hopes decay ; ' Still that dread death-bell smites my car : ' And many a boding seems to say ' Countess, prepare ! thy end is near ! ' Thus sore and sad... | |
 | John Ross - English poetry - 1878 - 786 pages
...smote my ear ; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare — thy end is near. ' XXII. And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely...soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. XXIIt. My spirits flag, my hopes decay ; Still that dread death -bell smites my car; And many a boding... | |
 | John Cunningham Geikie - 1878 - 126 pages
...care,10 Like the poor plant, that, from its stem Divided, feels the chilling air. "My spirits flag;17 my hopes decay ; Still that dread death-bell smites my ear : And many a boding13 seems to say Countess, prepare ! thy end is near ! " Thus, sore and sad, the Lady grieved... | |
 | John Ross - English poetry - 1878 - 816 pages
...smote my ear ; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare—thy end is near.' XXtt. And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; xxin. My spirits flag, my hopes decay ; Still that dread death-bell smitesmy ear; And many a boding... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 pages
...to say, l Countess, prepare — thy end is near. ' "And now, when happy peasants sleep, Here sit I lonely and forlorn, No one to soothe me as I weep,...— my hopes decay — Still that dread death-bell strikes mjr ear, And many a boding seems to saye, l Countess, prepare — thy end is near. ' " Thus... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1881 - 368 pages
...smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, " Countess, prepare — thy end is near." 22 ' And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely...soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. 23 ' My spirits flag, my hopes decay ; Still that dread death-bell smites my ear; And many a body seems... | |
 | Robert Chambers - American literature - 1881 - 842 pages
...seemed 10 say : •• Co uu less, prepare — thy end is near." ' And now. while happy peasants deep, Here I sit lonely and" forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weept Save Philomel on yondar thorn. 'My spirits flag, my hopes decav; Still that dread death-bell... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1883 - 1018 pages
...village death-bell smote my ear ; They winked aside, and seem'd to say, *' Countess, prepare, thy end is near !" And now, while happy peasants sleep. Here...death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, 41 Countess, prepare, thy end is near !'* Thus sore and wad that lady grieved In Cumnor Hall so lone... | |
 | Girls - 1883 - 162 pages
...death-bell smote my ear ; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, -prepare — thy end is near.' And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a body seems to say, ' Countess, prepare — thy end is near.' " Thus sore and sad that lady grieved... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1884 - 544 pages
...village death-bell smote my car ; They wink'd aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! ' " And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here...lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep. Savu Philomel on yonder thorn. '•My spirits flag— my hopes decay — Still that dread death-boll... | |
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