 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
 | Florian - 1850 - 572 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...owls from the battlements cry, Hollow winds seem to umrmur around : 0 Mary, prepare thee to die. My blood it runs cold at the sound. A L'ÊTRE SUPRÊME... | |
 | 1872 - 592 pagina’s
...subdue me to those." The remaining one precedes the last : — " Ye roofs where cold damps and dismay, With silence and solitude dwell ; How comfortless passes the day, How sad tolls the evening bell." MR. RATCLiFtE is welcome to a copy of the music, if he desires to possess it. There is a Latin elegy,... | |
 | Florian - 1891 - 160 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...owls from the battlements cry, Hollow winds seem to umrumr around : O Mary, prepare thee to die. My blood it runs cold at the sound. '•-"H PIÈCES FUGITIVES.... | |
 | William Shillinglaw Crockett - 1893 - 370 pagina’s
...how it pants to be free, My looks they are wild with despair. 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. Unchang'd by the rigours of fate, I burn with contempt for my foes ; Though fortune has clouded my... | |
 | William Shillinglaw Crockett - 1893 - 374 pagina’s
...are wild with despair. Ye roofs, where cold damps and dismay With silence and solitude dwell; I low comfortless passes the day, How sad tolls the evening...thee to die !" My blood it runs cold at the sound. Unchang'd by the rigours of fate, I burn with contempt for my foes ; Though fortune has clouded my... | |
 | William Shillinglaw Crockett - 1893 - 370 pagina’s
...how it pants to be free, My looks they are wild with despair. Ye roofs, where cold damps and dismay With silence and solitude dwell ; How comfortless...seem to murmur around, "O Mary, prepare thee to die 1" My blood it runs cold at the sound. Unchang'd by the rigours of fate, I burn with contempt for my... | |
 | 1783 - 742 pagina’s
...where cold Dampt and Oifmay, With Silence and Solitude, dwell, How comfortlefs pules the day ; How fad tolls the evening bell ! The owls from the battlements cry, Hollow winds fcem to murmur around, 0 Mary ! prepare thee to die. My blood, oh ! runs cold at the found. 43* AFFAIRS.'... | |
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