 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the new year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I hrard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro: The cricket chirps: the light burns... | |
 | 1833 - 484 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is... | |
 | 1833 - 488 páginas
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 páginas
...post-haste, But he Ml be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 páginas
...he'll be dead before. Every one for bis own ; The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the new year blithe and bold, my friend. Comes up to take his own....and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tie nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; Old year we'll dearly rue for you, What is... | |
 | 1840 - 326 páginas
...night ia starry and cold, my friend, And the new year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take bis own. How hard he breathes ! Over the snow I heard...cock. The shadows flicker to and fro: The cricket chirpa : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; OJd year we'll... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 páginas
...post-haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1845 - 436 páginas
...post-haste, But he'll be dead before ! Every one for his own ! The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes...and fro ; The cricket chirps; the light burns low: 'Tis nearly one* o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 páginas
...his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend. Conies up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we 'll dearly rue for you : What... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 252 páginas
...post-haste, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock, The shadows flicker to and... | |
| |
He was full of joke and jest, But all his merry quips are o'er. To see him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride post-haste, But he'll be dead before. 
