| Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I hrard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to...o'clock. Shake hands before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you: What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp... | |
| 1833 - 484 pages
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is it we can do... | |
| Literature - 1833 - 488 pages
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is it we can do... | |
| Thomas Miller - Country life - 1837 - 466 pages
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'J'is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old Year, we '11 dearly rue for you ; What... | |
| William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 pages
...before. Every one for bis own ; The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the new year blithe and bold, my friend. Comes up to take his own. How hard...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tie nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; Old year we'll dearly rue for you, What is... | |
| 1840 - 326 pages
...night ia starry and cold, my friend, And the new year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take bis own. How hard he breathes ! Over the snow I heard...cock. The shadows flicker to and fro: The cricket chirpa : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; OJd year we'll... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1843 - 260 pages
...before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard...o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you 1 Speak out before you die. His face is growing sharp... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend. Conies up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the...twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we 'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you? Speak out before you die. His face is growing... | |
| Thomas Kibble Hervey - Christmas - 1845 - 436 pages
...before ! Every one for his own ! The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard...The cricket chirps; the light burns low: 'Tis nearly one* o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is it we can do... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - English poetry - 1846 - 252 pages
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes! over the snow I heard just now...o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? vI. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack !... | |
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