 | sir Herbert Croft (5th bart.) - 1780 - 324 páginas
...unto my roundelay, 0! drop the brfny tear with me 5 Dance no more on holyday, Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. If your ear be ftruckby the cadence, you will1 be ftruck not a little, in the remainder of the' fong,... | |
 | 1784 - 204 páginas
...unto my roundelay, O drop the briny tear wiih me J Dance no more on holiday ; Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree I Black his hair as winter night ; White his (kin as dimmer fnow ; Red his face as morning light ;•... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 páginas
...his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below ; My love is dead, Gone to his deathbed, All under the willow tree. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing, In the briar'd dell below; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing, To... | |
 | 1822 - 418 páginas
...dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing, In the brier'd dell below ; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing,...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the wjllow tree. See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true-love's shroud ; Whiter than the... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 páginas
...the willow-tree : My love is dead, &c. See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead, &c. Here upon my true love's grave Shall the garen (a) flowers be laid ; Not one holy saint to save... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1829 - 318 páginas
...[complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face as the morning light ; Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Hark ! the raven Baps his wiug In the briard dell below ; Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing To the... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 páginas
...Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Hark ! the raven flaps» his wing, In the briered willow-tree. See ! the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true-love's shroud ; Whiter than the... | |
 | 1835 - 842 páginas
...the dance as thought can be — Deft his tabor — cudgel stout — О ho lies by the willow tree. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Hist, the raren flaps his wing To Iho nighc-marea aa they go, And the death-owl hoarse doth slug, From... | |
 | 1834 - 358 páginas
...my roundelay, O ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river we. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow tree. Come with acorn-cup and thorne, Drain my [pure] heart's blood away ; Life and all its goods I scorn,... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 370 páginas
...dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. ' Hark ! the raven flaps his wing In the briard dell below ; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing To...tree. See the white moon shines on high, Whiter is my true love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud ; My love is dead,... | |
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My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing In the briar'd dell below; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing To the nightmares as they go. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-... 
