 New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands,...  The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Pagina 79de Edgar Allan Poe - 1902Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagini
...fro: The cricket chirps: the light burns low: 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you: What is it we...waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, niy friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the door. A WELCOME TO ALEXANDRA.... | |
 | 1833 - 484 pagini
...fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one 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. VI. His face is growing sharp and thin, Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his... | |
 | 1833 - 488 pagini
...fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one 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. VI. His face is growing sharp and thin, Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 pagini
...: the light burns low : 'J'is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old Year, we '11 dearly rue for you ; What is it we can do for you 1 — Speak out before you die. DECEMBER. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1891 - 580 pagini
...old year and ringing in the new express much the same nuture of feeling, and so does the poet's — ' His face is growing sharp and thin, Alack ! our friend...corpse, and let him in, That standeth there alone There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, A new face at the door.' In Lord Tennyson it is an allegory,... | |
 | 1839 - 914 pagini
...New Year, blithe and bold, my friend ! Comes up, lo lake his own ! ***** Alack ! old friend ! thou'rt gone ! Close up his eyes ! Tie up his chin ! Step from the corpse ! and let him in, Who standeth there alone, And waitelh at the door ! There's a new foot on the floor, my friend ! And... | |
 | 1840 - 326 pagini
...burns low : 'Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; OJd year we'll dearly rue for yon. What is it we can do for you? Speak out before you...That standeth there alone. And waiteth at the door. Thete's a new foot on the floor, my fri«ld. And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the... | |
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 pagini
...: The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tie nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; Old year we'll dearly rue for you, What is it we can do for you? 8peak out befure you die. His face is growing sharp and thin — Alaok ! our friend is gone. Close... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 pagini
...The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you 1 Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pagini
...chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we 'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you?...That standeth there alone. And waiteth at the door. There 'sa new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the... | |
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