 | John Ross - 1878 - 786 pagina’s
...tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my love. My love, as he had not been a lover. XIX. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing, Ah ! wretched me ! I little little kenned He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 pagina’s
...may never never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewing : Ah ! wretched me ! I little, little kenned He was in these to meet his... | |
 | English poetry - 1880 - 486 pagina’s
...may never never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my awn sewing : Ah l wretched me l I little, little kenn'd He was in these to meet his... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 pagina’s
...Yarrow fields ! may never, never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover! For there was basely slain Followed thce up to joy aud bliss forever. greeu ; His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewin'. Ah, wretched me! I little, little ken'd He was in these... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 pagina’s
...may never never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, ? Can these bring cordial peace? False world, thou ly'st. FRANCIS QUABLES. ТИЕ LI vest, 'twas my awn sewinpr : Ah, wretched me ! I little, little kenn'd He was in these to meet his... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1881 - 368 pagina’s
...tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my love, * My love, as he had not been a lover. 19 The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewin', Ah! wretched me! I little little kenned He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pagina’s
...Yarrow fields! may never, never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover! For there was basely slain st cock his matin rings. Thus doue the tales, to bed...they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled to sle vest, 'twas my ain scwin'. Ah, wretched mo! I little, little ken'd He was in these to meet his ruin... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 498 pagina’s
...Yarrow fields ! may never, never rain, Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my Love, My Love, as he had not been a lover! ' The...boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewin' : Ah, wretched me ! I little, little knew, He was in these to met his ruin.... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 326 pagina’s
...Yarrow fields ! may never, never rain, Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover. For there was basely slain my Love, My Love, as he had not been a lover ! "The boy put on his robes, his robes of greeu, His purple vest, 'twas my ain sewin' : Ah, wretched me ! I little, little knew He was in these... | |
 | Thomas Percy - 1887 - 458 pagina’s
...may never never rain Nor dew thy tender blossoms cover, For there was basely slain my luve, My luve, as he had not been a lover. The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest, 'twas my awn sewing: Ah l wretched me l I little, little kenn'd He was in these to meet his ruin.... | |
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My love as he had not been a lover. "The boy put on his robes, his robes of green, His purple vest— 'twas my... 
