 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...daya Shall fatten upon the past; For the stateliest building man can raise Is the Ivy's food at last. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. CHARLES M. DICKINSON. THE CHILDREN. WHEN the lessons and tasks are all ended, And the school for the... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1837 - 716 Seiten
...crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldeiing dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he twinctb,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1837 - 934 Seiten
...crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1837 - 712 Seiten
...pleasure his dainty whim : And the mouldeiing dust that rears have made, Is a merry meal for him. Ceeeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy geeen. Fast he stcaleth on, though ho wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has he. How closely he... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 300 Seiten
...crumbled, the stone decayed, To pleasure4is dainty whim : Ana the mouldering dust that years hare made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a stanch old heart has he. How closely he twineth,... | |
 | 448 Seiten
...the stcnes decay'd, to pleasure his dainty whim ; And the mouldering dust that years have made, ii a merry meal for him ! Creeping where no life is seen, a rare old plant is that ivy green !" Aye, and a rare poet l We have mused over this lover of the past a thousand times... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1838 - 440 Seiten
...joyously hugs and crawleth round The rich mould of dead men's graves. Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Whole ages have fled and their works decay 'd, And nations have scattcr'd been ; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1849 - 746 Seiten
...decay'd, To pleasure his daim y whim : And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merrv menl for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart fias he. How closely he twineth.... | |
 | 1850 - 98 Seiten
...crumbl'd, the stones decay'd, To pleasure his dainty whim ; And the mould'ring dust that years have made Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green. Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings, And a staunch old heart has be ! How closely he twineth,... | |
 | Charles Dickens - 1850 - 508 Seiten
...joyously hugs and crawleth round The rich mould of dead men's graves. Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. Whole ages have fled and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been ; But the stout old Ivy shall never fade, From its hale and hearty green. The brave... | |
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Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The... 
