 | British poets - 1822 - 272 стор.
...sweet, And made the scarlet pale I And why did I, young witless maid ! Believe the flattering tale 1 ' That face, alas ! no more is fair, Those lips...Till that last morn appear. ' But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence ; A long and late adieu ! — Come see, false man ! how low she lies Who died for love... | |
 | 1822 - 418 стор.
...sweet, And made the scarlet pale? And why did I, young witless maid ! Believe the flatt'ring tale? That face, alas ! no more is fair, Those lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is ; This winding-sheet I wear... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 стор.
...sweet, And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I, young witless maid ! Believe the flattering tale? gedy giving a rout. His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd Of virtues and clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding sheet I wear :... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 378 стор.
...alas ! no more is fair, These lips no longer red ; Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And ev'ry charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is ; This...that last morn appear. But hark ! — the cock has warn'd me hence ; A long and late adieu ! Come see, false man, how low she lies That died for love... | |
 | Allan Cunningham - 1825 - 756 стор.
...is fair, These lips no longer red; Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And ev'ry charm is fled. And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. But hark !—the cock has warn'd me hence ; A long and late adieu! Come see, false man, how low she lies That died for love of... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 стор.
...made the searlet pale ? And why did I, young witless maid ! Believe the flattering tale ? That faee, 炀 ( ϓ 삀 elos'd in death, And every eharm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is ; This winding-sheet I wear... | |
 | Vincent Bourne - 1826 - 332 стор.
...? к 2 That face, alas ! no more is fair ; That lip no longer red ; Dark are mine eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm...Till that last morn appear. But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence : A long and last adieu ! Come see, false man ! how low she lies, That died for love... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1829 - 430 стор.
...sweet, And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I, young witless maid, Believe the flattering tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair, Those lips no longer...But, hark ! the cock has warned me hence ! A long, a last adieu ! Come see, false man, how low she lies, Who died for love of you." The lark sung loud... | |
 | 1829 - 432 стор.
...sweet, And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I, young witless maid, Believe the flattering tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair, Those lips no longer...lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. But, hark I the cock has warned me hence I A long, a last adieu ! Come see, false man, how low she lies, Who... | |
 | Heinrich Zschokke - 1829 - 224 стор.
...tale ? ' That face, alas ! no more is fair ; These lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. * ' The hungry worm my sister is ; This winding sheet I wear ; .And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appears. ' But hark... | |
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That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now closed in death, And every charm is fled. 'The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear. 'But... 
