...Hard by a poplar shook alway, AH silver green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark The level waste, the rounding gray. She only said,...when the moon was low, And the shrill winds were up an' away, In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very...

...with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark The level waste, the rounding gray. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said...

...Unlifted was the clinking latch, Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated * grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am a-weary, a-weary ; I would that I were dead !' 2. " Her tears fell with the dews...

...glimmer'd through the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices call'd her from without. She only said, ' my life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead 1' The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The...

...with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark : For leagues no other tree did dark The level waste, the rounding gray. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said...

...glimmered through the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! ' " " We st.all hoca all the world drink...

...repetition, every stanza ending with the same lines, and those not too skilfully constructed — " She only said, ' My life is dreary ; He cometh not,' she said .' She said, " I am aweary, aweary ; I would that I were dead !'" This piece of Mariana has been very...

...silver green with gnarled bark ; For leagues no other tree did dark The level waste, the rounding grey. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !' " Mr. Tennyson might have contrived...

...with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with...said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! " v. And ever when the moon was low,...

...with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark The level waste, the rounding gray. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said...