...his neck as the driven snt>w, Kod his cheek as the morning light ;— * Cold he lies In the ground below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the cactus tree." FAR to the northeast of Charles' Isle, sequestered from the rest, lies Norfolk Isle ;...

...Straightway. 7 Advieo. Black his crinei as the winter-night, White his rood2 as the summer snow, Rucl his face as the morning light ; Cold he lies in the...as the throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought csn be, Deft his tabour, cudgel stout, 0, he lies by the willow-tree. My love is dead, Gone to his...

...under the willow-tree. " Black hia hair as the winter night, White his neck as the summer snow, Bed his face as the morning light ; Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, &c. " Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought can be, Daft his tabor, cudgel...

...my roundelay, 0, drop the briny tear with me, Dauuce ne moe at halie-day, Like a runniug river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. 1 All blazing. * Arbour. 3 Hastened. * Marks in archery. 4 Had no charms. * Straightway. 7 Advice....

...THOMAS CHATTERTON. [Leer XXXU Black big hair as the winter night, White his neck as summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Sweet hia tongue as throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought was he ; Deft his tabor,...

...lament of Chatterton's — " 0 sing unto my roundelay ; " but when the singer reached the words — " My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree," — she broke off abruptly, and a deep silence succeeded. It was interrupted by the opening of the...

...high ; Whiter is my true love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree." And in beautiful imagery he is not inferior even to the " ethereal Shelley." What unparalleled beauty...

...Cold he lies in the grave below : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. 3 Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, Quick in...tabour, cudgel stout; O! he lies by the willow-tree: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. 4 Hark! the raven flaps his wing,...

...the willow-tree. 2 Black his cryne 1 as the winter night, White his rode 2 as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. 3 Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought can be, Deft his tabour, cudgel...

...under the urittow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his neck as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light ; Cold he lies in the grave below. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note ; Quick in dance as thought can be; Deft his tabor, cudgel...