 | 1862 - 1006 стор.
...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebhe and flow, alas ! To manyc more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith), And... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 344 стор.
...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 554 стор.
...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myue and mee : But each will mourn his own (she saith) ; And sweeter woman ne'er drew... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 274 стор.
...visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew... | |
 | 1864 - 594 стор.
...overtook her. Every reader will appreciate the mournful yet reconciling music of the extract : — " That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew... | |
 | David Gray - 1864 - 282 стор.
...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1864 - 36 стор.
...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...flocks to sea ; ' A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 562 стор.
...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 стор.
...drove, the heart had hardly time to beat, Before a shallow seething wave sobbed in the grasses at oure feet : The feet had hardly time to flee before it...the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! to manye more than myne and me ; But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew... | |
 | Jean Ingelow - 1866 - 274 стор.
...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er drew... | |
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And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst my daughter deare; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. 
