 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 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 scorn, that crazed his brain : His dying words — But when I reachei! That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My falt'ring voice... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 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... | |
 | 460 pagina’s
...outrage worse tban 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 scorn that crazed his brain. And tbat she nursed him in a cave, And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest leaves A dying... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 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 scorn, that crazed his brain : His dying words — But when I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My falt'ring voice... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 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 scorn, that crazed his hrain : And that she nursed him in a cave ; And how his madness went away When on the yellow forest... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 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 reached That tenderest strain of all... | |
 | 1840 - 368 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 The...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 pagina’s
...outrage worse than de The Lady of the Land! ith And how she wept, and clasp'd his knees, And how she forest-leave* A dying man he lay. His dying words — but when I reach 'd That tenderest strain of... | |
 | Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué - 1841 - 340 pagina’s
...occhi in viso m' affiggea Trepida del suo affetto. And how she wept, and claspt 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... | |
 | 1842 - 480 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...dying man he lay : His dying words — but when I reach'd That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul... | |
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And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ! And how she wept and... 
