 | 1826 - 434 pagina’s
...wept, and claspthis knees ; And how she tended him in vain— And ever strove to expiate The score that crazed his brain. And that she nursed him in...yellow forest leaves A dying man he lay. His dying words—but when I reached That tendsrcst strain of all the ditty, My faultering voice and pausing... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pagina’s
...how she tended him in vain, And meekly strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain : And how she nursed him in a cave, And how his madness went...I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty, All impulses of soul and sense Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve, The music and the doleful tale,... | |
 | 1828 - 514 pagina’s
...outrage worse than death The lady of the land ! And how she wept and clasped his knees, And how she tended him in vain, And ever strove to expiate The...And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I reached That tenderest strain of all... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagina’s
...tended him in vain— And r\rr strove to expiate The si iin that crazed his brain. And that she nnrged r the clouds amid the dark-blue slii », Lifting their rich unfad forest-leaven A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I reach 'd That tenderest strain of... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...how she tended him in vain— And meekly strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain : And how or beautifully wild, i WbcD on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay; undying words — but when I reach'd That tend*... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...how she wept, and clasp'd his kn«i; And how she tended him in vain— And ever strove to expiai« avier chain ! 33 О Liberty ! with profitless endeavor...pursued thee, many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell's! forest-leaves A dying man ho lay. His dying words — but when I retch'd That tenderest strain of all... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 pagina’s
...meint airô 33îit(etb unb ЗЗегдпйдеп; (ErrStljete »or £ie6' unb @фаат, And that sin; nursed him in a cave; And how his madness went away,...A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I rcach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faultering voice and pausing harp Disturh'd her... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 pagina’s
...9DîitIeib unb 23erg««5gen; »ov Sieb' uní» And lli:< I slic nursed Ь i in in a cave; And how bis madness went away, When on the yellow forest - leaves...A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I rcach'il That tenderes! strain of all the ditty, My faultering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her... | |
 | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden - 1834 - 234 pagina’s
...outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land ! And how she wept, and clasped his knees ; And how she tended him in vain — And ever strove to expiate...And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - 246 pagina’s
...outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land ! And how she wept and clasp' d his knees ; And how she tended him in vain — And ever strove to expiate...And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay. His dying words — But when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all... | |
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And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ! And how she wept and... 
