 | 1826 - 402 стор.
...tune, And groves a joyous sound — The sexton's spade, my grave to make, The rich green mountain turf should break. A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin borne through sleet, And icy clods upon it rolled, While fierce the tempests beatAway! I will not think of these — Blue be the sky,... | |
 | 1829 - 514 стор.
...break. " A cell within a frozen mould, A coffin borne through sleet, And icy clods upon it roll'd, W'hile fierce the tempests beat— Away! I will not think of these — Blue be the sky, and soft the breeze, Karth green beneath the feet, And be the damp mould gently prest Into my narrow place of rest.... | |
 | 1829 - 516 стор.
...break. " A cell within a frozen mould, A coffin borne through sleet, And icy clods upon it roll'd, Whiie fierce the tempests beat— Away! I will not think of these— Blue be the sky, and soft the breeze, Earth green beneath the feet, And be the damp mould gently prest Into my narrow place of rest.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1836 - 286 стор.
...tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain turf should break. A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin...not think of these — Blue be the sky and soft the breeze, Earth green beneath the feet, And be the damp mould gently pressed Into my narrow place of... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 292 стор.
...tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain turf should break. A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin...not think of these — Blue be the sky and soft the breeze, Earth green beneath the feet, And be the damp mould gently pressed Into my narrow place of... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1842 - 638 стор.
...tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make. The rich, green mountain turf should break. A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin borne through sleet, And icy clods above it roll'd, While fieree the tempests beat — Away ! — I will not think of these — Blue be the sky... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 286 стор.
...groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain turf should brrak. A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin borne through...not think of these — Blue be the sky and soft the breeze, Earth green beneath the feet, And be the damp mould gently pressed Into my narrow place of... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 294 стор.
...tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain turf should break. A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin...above it rolled, While fierce the tempests beat— Away!—I will not think of these— Blue be the sky and soft the breeze, Earth green beneath the feet,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 538 стор.
...break. A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin borne through sleet, And icy clods above it roll'd, While fierce the tempests beat — Away ! — I will not think of these — Blue he the sky and soft the breeze. Earth green beneath the feet, And be the damp mould gently press'd... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1847 - 520 стор.
...tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain turf should break. A cell within the frozen mould, A coffin...above it rolled, While fierce the tempests beat— Away!—I will not think of these— Blue be the sky and soft the breeze, Earth green beneath the feet,... | |
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A coffin borne through sleet, And icy clods above it rolled, While fierce the tempests beat — Away ! — I will not think of these — Blue be the sky and soft the breeze, Earth green beneath the feet, And be the damp mould gently pressed Into my narrow... 
