 He had a fever late, and in the fit He cursed thee and thine, both house and land ; Then there's that old Lord Maurice, not a whit More tame for his gray hairs— alas me ! flit ! Flit like a ghost away !" "Ah, gossip dear, We're safe enough ; here in...  The Ladies' Souvenir - Сторінка 34редактори - 1853 - 224 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...Maurice, not a whit More tame for his gmy hoirs — Alas me ! flit ! Flit like a ghost away." — "Ah, gossip dear, We're safe enough; here in this arm-chair...me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.' XIH. He follow'd through a lowly arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume. And as she... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
..."Ah, gossip dear, We 're safe enough i here in this arm-choir sit. And tell me how" — " Good Sumts ! not here, not here; Follow me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier.' XIII. He follow'd through a lowly arched way. Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume. And as she... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...Maurice, not a whit More tame for his grey hairs—Alas me ! flit! Flit like a ghost away."—" Ah, Gossip dear, We're safe enough ; here in this arm-chair...child, or else these stones will be thy bier." He follow'd through a lowly arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume; And as she mutter'd... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 стор.
...Maurice, not a whit More tame for his grey hairs—Alas, me ! flit; Flit like a ghost away."—" Ah, gossip dear, We're safe enough ; here in this arm-chair...me, child, or else these stones will be thy bier." xi n. He follow'd through a lowly, arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume ; And as she... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...tame for his gray hairs — A las me ! flit ! Flit like a ghost away." — " Ah ! gossip dear, We 're safe enough ; here in this arm-chair sit. And tell...these stones will be thy bier." He followed through a lowly arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume, And as she mutter'd " Well-a — well-a-day... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 стор.
...More tame for his grey hairs—Alas, me ! flit; Flit like a ghost away."—" Ah, gossip dear, * We 're safe enough; here in this arm-chair sit, And tell...child, or else these stones will be thy bier !" He followM through a lowly, arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume ; And as she mutter'd,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...More tame for his grey hairs—Alas, me ! flit; Flit like a ghost away."—" Ah, gossip dear, We 're safe enough; here in this arm-chair sit, And tell...child, or else these stones will be thy bier !" He follow' d through a lowly, arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume ; And as she mutter'd,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...More tame for his grey hairs—Alas, me! flit; Flit like a ghost away."—" Ah, gossip dear, We 're safe enough ; here in this arm-chair sit, And tell...child, or else these stones will be thy bier." He follow'd through a lowly, arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume ; And as she mutter'd,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 282 стор.
...More tame for his grey hairs—Alas, me ! flit; Flit like a ghost away."—" Ah, gossip dear, We 're safe enough; here in this arm-chair sit, And tell...child, or else these stones will be thy bier !" He follow'd through a lowly, arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume ; And as she mutter'd,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...More tame for his grey hairs—Alas, me ! flit; Flit like a ghost away."—" Ah, gossip dear, We 're safe enough; here in this arm-chair sit, And tell...child, or else these stones will be thy bier !" He follow'd through a lowly, arched way, Brushing the cobwebs with his lofty plume ; And as she mutter'd,... | |
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