 My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-trec. 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. My love is dead, etc. Sweet his tongue as the...  Chatterton: A Story of the Year 1770 - Seite 278von David Masson - 1874 - 284 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 372 Seiten
...wing In the brier'd dell below ; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing To the night-mares as they go. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. See, the white moon shines on high ; Whiter is my true love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky,... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 Seiten
...briers, Bound his holy corse to gre ; grow Elfin-fairy, light your fires, Here my body still shall be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Come with acorn cup and thorn, Drain my heart's blood all away ; Life and all its good I scorn, Dance... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1863 - 386 Seiten
...All under the willow-tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his neck as summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought can be ; Deft his tabor, cudgel stout ; O, he lies by the... | |
 | Thomas Chatterton - 1865 - 192 Seiten
...willow tree ! Black his hair as the winter night, White his throat as the summer snow, Red his cheek as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below....love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree ! Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note ; Quick in dance as thought can be; Deft his... | |
 | Thomas Chatterton - 1865 - 310 Seiten
...tree I civ. Black his hair as the winter night, White his throat as the summer snow, Red his cheek as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below....love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree ! Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note ; Quick in dance as thought can be ; Deft his... | |
 | English poetry - 1865 - 398 Seiten
...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 ! With my hands I'll twist the briers, Round his holy corpse to gre ; Elfin fairy, light your fires,... | |
 | 1866 - 392 Seiten
...under the willow-tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the driven snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...as the throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought could be, Deft his tabour, cudgel stout; O ! he lies by the willow-tree ; My love is dead, Gone to... | |
 | 1866 - 396 Seiten
...under the willow-tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the driven snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Deft his tabour, cudgel stout; O ! he lies by the willow-tree ; My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed,... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1866 - 434 Seiten
...All under the willow-tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his neck as summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave helow : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as throstle's... | |
 | Sir Daniel Wilson - 1869 - 412 Seiten
...Peny's THE MODERN CANYNGE. " Black his hair as the winter night, White his neck as the summer snow, Rudd his face as the morning light ; Cold he lies in the grave below. My love, &c. " Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought can be : Defte his tabour,... | |
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