 ... man be ? — By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn, Under the twigs of a young birch tree ! The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year, And whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone,...  Notes and Queries - Página 421874Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1835 - 352 páginas
...And whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone,—and the birch in its stead is grown.— The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust;— His soul is with the saints, I trust. HYMN TO THE EARTH. HEXAMETERS. EARTH ! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother,... | |
 | James Gillman - 1838 - 446 páginas
...whistled and roar'd in the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust. Poetical Works, Vol. ii. p. 64. The late Mr. Sotheby informed me, that, at his house in a large party,... | |
 | James Heywood Markland - 1840 - 56 páginas
...glances on them in the hour of prayer, feelings are awakened which ought not to be hastily dismissed. The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the Saints, I trust 1 ". Modern sculptors of the highest celebrity may be quoted as having evinced their admiration of... | |
 | Frederick William Faber - 1840 - 408 páginas
...And may thine image, wildly-dashing river, Abide with me an household thing for ever. III. of " The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust, His soul is with the Saints, I trust." THE KNIGHT'S TOMB. OH, Memory ! — as boyhood's years roll by, How many a vision fades from Fancy's... | |
 | William Twopeny, John Henry Parker - 1840 - 70 páginas
...glances on them in the hour of prayer, feelings are awakened which ought not to be hastily dismissed. The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; His soul is with the Saints, I trust"1. Modern sculptors of the highest celebrity may be quoted as having evinced their admiration... | |
 | Miles Gerald Keon - 530 páginas
...however, of our own imagining. Seven centuries have passed since either smiled on the other : " The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust — His soul is with the saints we trust." But we must not forestall our story : though, as we have said that the parties lived nearly... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1846 - 318 páginas
...And whistled and roared in the winter alone Is gone : and the birch in its stead is grown : — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints I trust. The morning I had set apart for the purpose dawned dull and misty ; but as the day wore on I still... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 páginas
...whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust. HYMN TO THE EARTH HEXAMETERS. EARTH ! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother,... | |
 | 1847 - 784 páginas
...in tLe winter aloue, Is gone — muí the birch in its stead is grown. The Knight's bones are duet, And his good sword rust ; His soul is with the saints, I trust."* " The morning I had set apart for the purpose, dawned dull and misty ; but as the day wore on, I still... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 páginas
...whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust. HYMN TO THE EARTH. HEXAMETERS. EARTH ! them mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother,... | |
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