 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 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 twelve o'clock. Shake hands before you die : Old year, we 11 dearly rue for you : What... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1847 - 620 páginas
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 | 1849 - 250 páginas
...poft-hafte, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is ftarry 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 fnow I heard juft now the crowing cock. The fhadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light... | |
 | Sara Coleridge - 1849 - 240 páginas
...poft-hafte, But he'll be dead before. Every one for his own. The night is ftarry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. 198 The fhadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve... | |
 | 1849 - 250 páginas
...one for his own. The night is ftarry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my frii Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the fnow I heard juft now the crowing cock. The fhadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1850 - 652 páginas
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 | William Howitt - 1850 - 482 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. THE END. Preparing for Publication, in 2 vols., Illustrated, and uniform with " THE HOMES AND HAUNTS... | |
 | 1851 - 216 páginas
...'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....heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker too and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before... | |
 | Christmas - 1852 - 236 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....o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old Year, we 'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before. you die. His face is growing... | |
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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. 
