 | 1916 - 374 страница
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, forward and back. Went drearily singing the chore-tfirl small. Draping each hive with a shred of black Trembling,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go! July, 1916. Then I said to myself : " My Mary weeps For the dead today; Haply her blind old erandsire... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 страница
...bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl * small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, ' My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - 432 страница
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl* small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1868 - 430 страница
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1870 - 106 страница
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 страница
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 424 страница
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her Wind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 420 страница
...of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! 226 THE SYCAMORES. Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away. "... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 страница
...door, — Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...one Gone on the journey we all must go! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1874 - 500 страница
...the chore-girl Before them, under the garden wall, Draping each hive with a shred of black. small, Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go I Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps... | |
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My Mary weeps For the dead to-day; Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away. 
