 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 125by England - 1840Full view - About this book
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1906 - 140 pages
...pine 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 ear : 50 And many a boding seems to say Thus sore and sad the lady grieved In Cumnor Hall so lone and drear... | |
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - English poetry - 1909 - 1334 pages
...village 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 sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to sooth me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. /; ' My spirits flag, my hopes decay, Still that... | |
 | Harry Thurston Peck, Frank R. Stockton, Julian Hawthorne - Anthologies - 1901 - 446 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...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... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - American poetry - 1901 - 1126 pages
...village death-bell smote my ear; They wink'd aside, arid seern'd to say, 'Countess, prepare, thy end is l sun, "Good-morning, good-morning! our work is begun."...toy dog is covered with dust, Hut sturdy and stanch smite« my ear; And many a boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near !' " Thus sore... | |
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