 | Walter Scott - 1836 - 564 pages
...night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear ; They wink'd aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess prepare, thy end is near !' " And...peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag*— my hopes decayStill that... | |
 | England - 1840 - 784 pages
...death-bell smote my ear ; Thev wink'd aside, and seemed to say, • Countess, prepare, thy end : , near !' "And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1853 - 406 pages
...death-bell smote my ear ; They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, * Countess, prepare, thy end ia near 1* ** And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still... | |
 | Walter Scott - Historical fiction, Scottish - 1844 - 658 pages
...death-bell smote my ear; They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near !' 1 And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely...me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirit* flag— my hopes decay — Stilt that dread death-bell smites my ear; And many a boding seems... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1844 - 662 pages
...destroy, By sullen frowns orpratings rude. ' Last night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-hell smote my ear ; They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say,...spirits flag— my hopes decay — Still that dread death-hell smites my ear; And many a boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near !' "... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear ; They winked aside, and seemed )3+ * - - soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. My spirits flag, my hopes decay ; Still that dread... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 206 pages
...solitude : Your minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns or prating rude. CUMNOR HALL. 131 Last night, as sad I chanc'd to stray, The village...peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. My spirits flag, my hopes decay — Still that... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 216 pages
...solitude : Your minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns or prating rude. CUMNOR HALL. 131 Last night, as sad I chanc'd to stray, The village...peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. My spirits flag, my hopes decay — Still that... | |
 | Sir Walter Scott - 1850 - 940 pages
...minions proud my peace destroy, By sullen frowns or pratings rude. *' Last night, as snd I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear ; They...peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still... | |
 | Alfred Durling Bartlett - 1850 - 172 pages
...as sad I chanced to stray, " The village death bell smote my ear ; " They wink'd aside, and seemed to say, " Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! " And...sleep, " Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; " No one to soothe me as I weep, " Save Philomel on yonder thorn.. " My spirits flag— my hopes decay — " Still... | |
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And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn : No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. ' My spirits flag— my hopes decay — Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, Countess,... 
