 | James Grant Wilson - English poetry - 1875 - 622 pages
...night, as sad t chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say: ' Countess, prepare — thy end is near.'...Here I sit lonely and forlorn; No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. "My spirits Bag, my hopes decay; Still that dread death-bell... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 452 pages
...night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear ; They winked aside, and seemed to say — ' Countess, prepare — thy end is near.'...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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - English poetry - 1877 - 290 pages
...night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! ' "And...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... | |
 | James Grant Wilson - English poetry - 1876 - 604 pages
...night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say : ' Countess, prepare — thy end is near."...Here I sit lonely and forlorn; No one to soothe me aa I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. "My spirits flag, my hopes decay; Still that dread death-bell... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1879 - 422 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 ! ' "...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... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - English poetry - 1877 - 308 pages
...night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near.' " And...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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 294 pages
...night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near!' " And...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... | |
 | Walter Scott - Great Britain - 1877 - 482 pages
...night, as sad I chanced to stray, The village death-bell smote my ear ; They winked aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! ' "...Here I sit lonely and forlorn, No one to soothe me as 1 weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still .that dread death-bell... | |
 | 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 and forlorn ; No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. XXIIt. My spirits flag, my hopes decay ; Still that dread death... | |
 | 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... | |
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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,... 
