 My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near...  Lives of Scottish Poets - Page 100by Joseph Robertson - 1822 - 378 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 294 pages
...The 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,...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear; And many a boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near!'" Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1879 - 422 pages
...The village death-bell smote my ear; They wink'd aside, and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! ' " And now, while happy peasants sleep,...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! ' " Thus sore and sad that lady grieved,... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - English poetry - 1877 - 308 pages
...The 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,...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear, And many a boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! ' " Thus sore and sad that lady grieved,... | |
 | Walter Scott - Great Britain - 1877 - 482 pages
...The 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 soothe me as 1 weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still .that dread death-bell... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - American poetry - 1881 - 1138 pages
...seem'd to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near !' "And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I »it own affection still at home to please Is a disease...noise affright us; when they cease, We are worse in boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near !' " Thus sore and sad that lady grieved,... | |
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