 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
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 460 Seiten
...under the willow-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...death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought was he ; Deft his tabor, cudgel stout ; O, he lies by the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 Seiten
...under the willow-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. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, AH under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought was he ; Deft... | |
 | Sarah Warner Brooks - 1890 - 518 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. Here upon my true-love's grave Shall the baren flowers be laid, Nor one holy saint to save All the... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 462 Seiten
...under the willow-tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...dead. Gone to his deathbed. All under the willow-tree. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing, In the briared dell below ; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing, To... | |
 | 1904 - 1058 Seiten
...unto my roundelay ! O, drop the briny tear with me! Dance no more at holiday; Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his neck as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning... | |
 | Sherwin Cody - 1905 - 628 Seiten
...under the willow-tree. Black his cryne as the winter night, White his rode as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning light, Cold he lies in the...dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. Deft his tabor, cudgel stout; O he lies by the willow-tree ! My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed... | |
 | Jeannette Leonard Gilder - 1910 - 330 Seiten
...under the willow 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. My 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... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - 1905 - 266 Seiten
...under the willow-tree. 7 Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin 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... | |
 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig - 1905 - 298 Seiten
...unto my roundelay! Oh drop the briny tear with me! Dance no more at holiday; Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. 7 Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning... | |
 | Francis Fisher Browne - 1906 - 548 Seiten
...under the willow -tree. Black his hair as the summer night, White his neck as the winter 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 throstle's note ; Quick in dance as thought can be ; Deft his tabor, cudgel... | |
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