 | Thomas Evans - 1810 - 386 стор.
...ear ; " They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, " Countess, prepare^— thy end is near. VOL. IV. H " And now, while happy peasants sleep, " Here I sit...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear " And many a boding seems to say, " Countess, prepare— thy end is near." Thus sore and sad that lady griev'd,... | |
 | 1814 - 328 стор.
...T^^tillage death-hell smote my ear . They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, Countess, prepare— thy end is near. ' And now, while happy peasants sleep,...Here I sit lonely and forlorn; No one to soothe me as X weep, Save philomel on yonder thorn. ' My spirits flag— my hopes deeay— Still that dread death-hell... | |
 | Robert Laneham - 1821 - 158 стор.
...village death-bell smote my ear ; " They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say. " Countess, prepare — thy end is near. • " And now, while happy peasants sleep,...that dread death-bell smites my ear ; " And many a boding seems to say, " Countess, prepare — thy end is near." Thus sore and sad that lady griev'd,... | |
 | Hugh Usher Tighe - 1821 - 100 стор.
...village death-bell smote my ear ; " They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, " Countess, prepare — thy end is near. " And now, while happy peasants sleep, " Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; " No one to sooth me as I weep, " Save Philomel on yonder thorn. " My spirits flag — my hopes decay — " Still... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 282 стор.
...The village death-bell smote my ear ; They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, Countess, prepare — thy end is near. ' And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn ; No one to sooth me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. ' My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still that... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 406 стор.
...The village death-bell smote my ear; They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, Countess, prepare — thy end is near. ' And now, while happy peasants sleep,...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, Countess, prepare — thy end is near.' Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 402 стор.
...The village death-bell smote my ear ; They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, Countess, prepare — thy end is near. ' And now, while happy peasants sleep,...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, Countess, prepare — thy end is near.' Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 470 стор.
...The village death-bell smote my ear ; They wink'd aside, and seem'd to say, Countess, prepare — thy end is near. ' And now, while happy peasants sleep,...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, Countess, prepare — thy end is near.' Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 стор.
...village death-bell smote my ear; They winked aside, and seemed to say: •* Countess, prepare — thy + body seems to say : " Countess, prepare — thy end is near.'" Thus sore and pad that lady grieved... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1833 - 472 стор.
...The village death-bell smote my ear ; They wink'd aside and seemed to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! ' " And now, while happy peasants sleep,...Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near ! " Thus sore and sad that lady grieved,... | |
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My spirits flag — my hopes decay — Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, ' Countess, prepare, thy end is near... 
