Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 7 tomasJ. Mason, 1838 |
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... death ; They saw the Yew , by cold unshorn , Stand hearse - like black in winter's breath . 31 . And e'en while now the lovers spoke , They felt the fog between them rise ; Round each it spread a dull gray cloak , 41 . She could not ...
... death ; They saw the Yew , by cold unshorn , Stand hearse - like black in winter's breath . 31 . And e'en while now the lovers spoke , They felt the fog between them rise ; Round each it spread a dull gray cloak , 41 . She could not ...
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... death Is with me all that earth can give ; Thus God supports the fearless faith Which cannot cease to live . 26 . My mother , and that humble friend , The boys that were my flock , and thou , To none beside my thoughts extend , Save ...
... death Is with me all that earth can give ; Thus God supports the fearless faith Which cannot cease to live . 26 . My mother , and that humble friend , The boys that were my flock , and thou , To none beside my thoughts extend , Save ...
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... death reposed . " Last night upon my bed I lay , And prayed that I might sleep , But still my wakeful thoughts would stay , And still I could not weep . 66 3 . . The moonshine filled my room with light , A stream of silver air , And all ...
... death reposed . " Last night upon my bed I lay , And prayed that I might sleep , But still my wakeful thoughts would stay , And still I could not weep . 66 3 . . The moonshine filled my room with light , A stream of silver air , And all ...
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... Death . 36 . " The dread lips moved ; a voice there came , Like midnight wind in trees : All shook around , as waves a flame Beneath a gusty breeze . 37 . " I claim my own , ' the Shadow said ; If any answers , No ! His life must ransom ...
... Death . 36 . " The dread lips moved ; a voice there came , Like midnight wind in trees : All shook around , as waves a flame Beneath a gusty breeze . 37 . " I claim my own , ' the Shadow said ; If any answers , No ! His life must ransom ...
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... Death is cold , Fair growth goes on , and grasses wave , And coloured flies their revels hold . And back in evening's quiet hours Towards the church he took his way . 30 . Beside the grave of Jane he stood , And round it smoothly dug ...
... Death is cold , Fair growth goes on , and grasses wave , And coloured flies their revels hold . And back in evening's quiet hours Towards the church he took his way . 30 . Beside the grave of Jane he stood , And round it smoothly dug ...
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