 | 1844 - 454 oldal
...January in that year. A MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. BY PROFESSOR LONGFELLOW, THE AMERICAN POET. YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale...leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and slow : " Caw, caw !" the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - 174 oldal
...fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. .MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale...leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain-passes... | |
 | 1839 - 584 oldal
...a ceaseless scrutiny, an irresistible control. THE FIFTH PSALM. A MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING TEAR. YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale and blear'd ; Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely — sorely ! The... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 oldal
...character. Oat of Ьь latest and most popular pieces runs thus — MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. Vis, the year is growing old. And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Pluck» the old nun by the beard, Sorely, — sorely! The leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 oldal
...the spring of Love and Youth, To some good angel leave the rest, MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale and blear'd ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely ! The... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 174 oldal
...fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale...Sorely, — sorely ! The leaves are falling, falling, ti Solemnly and slow ; "Caw ! caw ! " the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe !... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 278 oldal
...DYING YEAR. BY HUNKY W. LONGFELLOW. YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale and blear'd ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man...leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and slow ; Caw ! caw ! the rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe, A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain-passes... | |
 | Jane Thomas (née Pinhorn) - 1858 - 450 oldal
...growing old, And his eye is pnle and bleared ! Death with frosty hand is cold, Plucks the old man by his beard — Sorely— Sorely ! The leaves are falling, falling, Solemnly and slow ; Caw, Caw, the Rooks are calling, It is a sound of woe ! A sound of woe ! Through woods and mountain passes... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - 280 oldal
...Thou art joy's shrine^a temple of delight, ! MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. YES, the year is growing old, And his eye is pale and blear'd ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely ! The... | |
 | The Mirror of Literature,Amusement,and Instruction.New Series.VOL.V - 1844 - 440 oldal
...January in that year. A MIDNIGHT MASS FOR THE DYING YEAR. ВТ PROFESSOR LONGFELLOW, THE AMERICAN POET. YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared Ï Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely ! The leaves... | |
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YES, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared ! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by the beard, Sorely, — sorely... 
