 Ye roofs, where cold damps and dismay With silence and solitude dwell ; How comfortless passes the day, How sad tolls the evening bell ! The owls from the battlements cry, Hollow winds seem to murmur around, " O Mary, prepare thee to die ! " My blood...  Œuvres Mélanges de poésie et de littérature - Pagina 101door Jean Pierre Claris de Florian - 1820Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Thalia, Frederick Atkinson (of York) - 1790 - 234 pagina’s
...pafies the day How fad tolls the evening bell ! The owls from the battlements cry, Hollow winds feem to murmur around ; O Mary ! — prepare thee to die : My blood it runs cold at the found. A FAVOURITE SONNET ON FRIENDSHIP. £T ). VC TPXISTILL't) athidft the gloom of night, •*"^... | |
 | Anne Home Hunter - 1802 - 146 pagina’s
...birds as they wanton in air; My heart, how it pants to be free, My looks they are wild with despair. OF How comfortless passes the day, How sad tolls the...thee to die!' My blood it runs cold at the sound. Unchang'd by the rigors of fate, I burn with contempt for my foes, Though fortune has clouded my state,... | |
 | Goldfinch - 1805 - 276 pagina’s
...Some heart will feel sorrow for me. Yc roofs ! where cold damps and dismay With silence and solitnde dwell, How comfortless passes the day ! How sad tolls the evening bell ! The ow's from the battlements cry : Hollow winds seem to murinur around, " O Alary ! prepare thce to die... | |
 | William Henry Ireland - 1808 - 256 pagina’s
...I am cold in my tomb, Some heart still shall sorrow for me. Ye roofs, where cold damps and dismay, With silence and solitude dwell, How comfortless passes...thee to die ! My blood it runs cold at the sound. LAMENT 9* MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS, On tht Approach of Spring. [riRIPHRAdD BY ROBERT BURNI.J Now Nature... | |
 | Jean Pierre Claris de Florian - 1810 - 444 pagina’s
...Some heart still will sorrow for me. Te , rcofs where cold damps and dismay With silence and solimde dwell , How comfortless passes the day ! How sad tolls...evening bell ! The owls from the battlements cry, Hollow \viml ; sectu to murnmr around : O Mary , prepare thee lo die. My bloud it runs cold at thn «mud.... | |
 | Florian - 1812 - 394 pagina’s
...we are cold in the tomb , Some heart still will sorrow for me. YE, roofs where cold damps and dismay With silence and solitude dwell, How comfortless passes...prepare thee to die. My blood it runs cold at the sound. Es vain 'de ma 'douleur affreuse Ces murs sont les tristes échos : En songeant que je fus heureuse,... | |
 | Scottish songs - 1816 - 320 pagina’s
...we are cold in the tomb, Some heart still will sorrow for me. Ye roofs, where cold damps and dismay With silence and solitude dwell, How comfortless passes...thee to die," My blood it runs cold at the sound. BEWARE OF LOVE. DEEP in the fountain of this beating heart, Free as the vital streams from thence that... | |
 | Florian - 1820 - 490 pagina’s
...are cold in the tomb , Some heart still will sorrow for me. YE , roofs where cold damps and dismay With silence and solitude dwell , How comfortless...Hollow winds seem to murmur around : O Mary , prepare thec to die. My blood it runs cold at the sound. : , COMPLAINTE DE LA REINE MARIE. £jN vain de ma... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pagina’s
...they wanton in air ; My heart, how it pants to be free, ' i L Ye roofs, where cold damps and dismay With silence and solitude dwell ; How comfortless...thee to die !' My blood it runs cold at the sound. Unchanged by the rigours of fate, I burn with contempt for my foes ; Though fortune has clouded my... | |
 | Alexander Laing - 1828 - 492 pagina’s
...pacing her prison, sung in plaiiK tive measure these few lines : Ye roofs where cold damps and dismay, With silence and solitude dwell ; How comfortless passes the day, How sad tolls the dull cv'ning bell. The owls from the battlements cry, Hollow winds seem to murmur around, O ! Mary,... | |
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