 | 1844 - 826 pagina’s
...fortunes. I never beheld it but I thought of Tennyson's " Mariana in the moated Grange"— " tlnlifted -was the clinking latch, Weeded and worn the ancient thatch . Upon the lonely moated Grange." Brown and I, in some of our peregrinations, had stumbled upon this old house ; and after having walked... | |
 | 1857 - 780 pagina’s
...gazed adown the dreary street, But nought her aching sight did meet, Save one policeman and two cats. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " And if he cometh beery, He's rare to punch my head !" About the middle of the night,... | |
 | sir John William Kaye - 1837 - 922 pagina’s
...faithful to my memory — a widowed heart mourning for its buried love, and like Marianna in the poem, She only said, " My life is dreary ; He cometh not," she said. She said, " I am aweary — I am aweary ; I would that I were dead !" CHAPTER XX. THE DROP-CURTAIN.... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagina’s
...The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the peach to the garden wall. The broken sheds looked sad and strange, Unlifted was the clinking latch,...said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, — 1 would that I were dead !" Her tears fell with the dews at... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pagina’s
...glimmered through the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The... | |
 | 1844 - 698 pagina’s
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 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 pagina’s
...The rusted nails fell from the knots That held the peach to the garden wall. The hroken sheds looked sad and strange, Unlifted was the clinking latch, Weeded and worn the aneient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pagina’s
...glimmered through the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The... | |
 | 1840 - 378 pagina’s
...silver green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark The level waste, the rounding gray. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" And ever, when the moon was low, And... | |
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My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead... 
