 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
 | Edward Arber - English poetry - 1901 - 350 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,...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!"' Thus,... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - American poetry - 1901 - 1080 pages
...wink'd aside, and seem VI to say, 'Countess, prepare, thy end is near!" "And now, while happy peasant? sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to soothe...me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirit,* flag — my hopes decay — Still that dread death-hell smites uiv And many a boding seems... | |
 | Otto Ritter - 1901 - 280 pages
...dieser Annahme nicht zu überzeugen3) und möchte es soJ) Vgl. auch Mickle's Cumnor Hall, XXII, 1—2: 'And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn.' 2) Vgl. Anhang Nr. 4. 3) Dass sich ein Theaterheld als Schurke bekennt, kommt doch oft genug vor; vgl.... | |
 | English literature - 1901 - 756 pages
...dieser Annahme nicht zu überzeugen3) und möchte es so') Vgl. auch Mickle's Cumnor Hall, XXII. 1—2: 'And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn.' 2J Vgl. Anhang Nr. 4. ") Dass sich ein Theaterheld als Schurke bekennt, kommt doch oft genug vor; vgl.... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - Literature - 1903 - 544 pages
...village death-bell smote my ear ; They winkeo 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 sootne me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag, my hopes decay ; Still that... | |
 | English poetry - 1904 - 610 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,... | |
 | English poetry - 1904 - 1058 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 sooihe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still... | |
 | 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
...stray, 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 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
...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 body seems to say: ' Countess, prepare — thy end is near.' " Thus sore and sad that lady grieved... | |
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