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" And I shall be glad to go ; For the world, at best, is a weary place, And my pulse is getting low : But the grave is dark, and the heart will fail In treading its gloomy way ; And it wiles my heart from its dreariness, To see the young so gay. "
Blackie's comprehensive school series - 210. oldal
szerző: Blackie and son, ltd - 1879
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, 61. kötet

1835 - 700 oldal
...feet slip np on the seedy £-»r, And I care not for the faiL ' I am willing to die when my time *baD come, And I shall be glad to go ; For the world, at...best, is a weary place, And my pulse is getting low : Bat the grave is dark, and the heart will fail In treading its gloomy way ; And h wiles my heart...

Fugitive Poetry

Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1829 - 106 oldal
...breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall. I...heart from its dreariness, To see the young so gay. TO A SLEEPING BOY. SLEEP on ! Sleep on ! beguiling The hours with happy rest. Sleep ! — by that dreamy...

The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 oldal
...breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smother'd call ; And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall. I...world, at best, is a weary place, And my pulse is beating slow ; But the grave is dark, and the heart, will fail In treading its gloomy way ; And it...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall. I...heart from its dreariness To see the young so gay. OJV TBE PICTURE OF A " CHILD TIRED OF PLA Y." TIRED of play! tired of play! What hast thou done this...

Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory Remarks

1834 - 402 oldal
...breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall. I am willing to die when my timo shall come, And I shall be glad to go ; For the world, at best, is a weary place, And my pulse...

Selections from the American Poets: With Some Introductory Remarks

1834 - 406 oldal
...on the seedy floor, , And I eare not for the fall. • 1 am willing to die when my time (hall eome, And I shall be glad to go ; For the world, at best, is a weary plaee, , J And my pulse is getting low : But the grave is dark, and the heart will foil In treading...

The Edinburgh Review, 61. kötet

1835 - 572 oldal
...breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall. '...heart from its dreariness, To see the young so gay.' It is to us truly inconceivable how the author of these natural and touching lines, which bring together...

The Court Journal: Court Circular & Fashionable Gazette, 7. kötet

1835 - 838 oldal
...I whoop the smothered call, And mv feut slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall. 1 am willing to die when my time shall come, And I shall...heart from its dreariness. To see the young so gay. The second, a portion — the closing stanzas — of Mrs Sigourney's TOWER OF MATERKAL TIITY. Fierce...

The Museum of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 27. kötet

Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1835 - 1138 oldal
...breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up, on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall. "...heart will fail In treading its gloomy way ; And it wites my heart from its dreariness, To see the young so gay." It is to us truly inconceivable how the...

Flowers of poetry, for young persons: a companion to miss Taylor's ..., 1. kötet

Flowers - 1835 - 174 oldal
...breathless swing : I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smother'd call; And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall. I...the world at best is a weary place, And my pulse is beating slow ; But the grave is dark, and the heart will fail In treading its gloomy way; And it wiles...




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