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" My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead! "
National: A Library for the People - Page 268
1839
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Tait's Edinburgh magazine, Volume 24

1857 - 780 pages
...gazed adown the dreary street, But nought her aching sight did meet, Save one policeman and two cats. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " And if he cometh beery, He's rare to punch my head !" About the middle of the night,...
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The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from ..., Volume 4

Alexander Whitelaw - Literature - 1835 - 476 pages
...Unlifted was the clinking hitch, Weeded and worn the ancient thatch, Upon the lonely moated grang-e. She only said *' My life is dreary, He cometh not," she .said : She said, '* I am aweary, aweary ; I would that I were dead !" Her tears fell with the dews at even,...
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Doveton; or, The man of many impulses, by the author of 'Jerningham'.

sir John William Kaye - 1837 - 922 pages
...faithful to my memory — a widowed heart mourning for its buried love, and like Marianna in the poem, She only said, " My life is dreary ; He cometh not," she said. She said, " I am aweary — I am aweary ; I would that I were dead !" CHAPTER XX. THE DROP-CURTAIN....
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The Moral and Intellectual School Book: Containing Instructions for Reading ...

William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 368 pages
...upon their hinges creaked ; The blue fly sung i' the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked, Or from the crevice peered about. Old faces...said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead I" The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 348 pages
...upon their hinges creaked ; The blue fly sung i' the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked, Or from the crevice peered about. Old faces...said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1838 - 336 pages
...i' the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked, Or from the crevice peered ahout. Old faces glimmered through the doors, Old footsteps...said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volume 2

English poetry - 1840 - 378 pages
...mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd, Or from the crevice peer'd about. Old faces glimmer'd through the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. VOL. II— Z She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary,...
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Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical Notices

Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1842 - 440 pages
...upon their hinges creaked ; The blue fly sung i' the pane ; the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked, , Or from the crevice peered about. Old...from without. She only said, " My life is dreary, The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The slow clock ticking, and the sound Which to the wooing wind aloof...
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The London University Magazine, Volume 1

English literature - 1842 - 416 pages
...about. Old faces glimmer'd through the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices call'd her from without. She only said, ' my life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead 1' The sparrow's chirrup on the roof, The...
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Poems, Volume 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1842 - 252 pages
...mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices call'd her from without. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead !" Tit. The sparrow's chirrup on the roof,...
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