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" With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran;— There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man! "
The Lady's Magazine: Or, Entertaining Companion for the Fair Sex ... - Side 24
1829
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th], Bind 30

1828
...as soon As light was in the sky, — And sought the black accursed pool With a wild misgiving eye ; And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless...and shook The dewdrop from its wing ; But I never inark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing: For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing....
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

The dream of Eugene Aram, the murderer

Thomas Hood - 1831
...up, as soon As light was in the sky, And sought the black accursed pool With a wild misgiving eye ; And I saw the Dead in the river bed, For the faithless...I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. And a mighty wind had •.-. -.1 the l And still the corse was bare. 29 " With breathless speed, like...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Bind 7

1836
...With a wild misgiving eye ; And 1 saw the dead in the river bed. For the faithless stream wac dry ! 4 Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from...horrid thing. * With breathless speed, like a soul in chmae, I took him up and ran — There wa« no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Bind 7

1836
...aeeoon Аи light was in the eky— • And sought the black, accursed pool With a wild misgiving eye ; And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless ыгеат wan dry ! 'Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from ite wing ; Bui I never mark'd...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Bind 17

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1841
...wild misgiving eye; And I яак tht dead in the rite r'« bed, For thefaitkiets etream vat dry .' 4 Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But 1 never mark'd its moruing flight, I never heard it sing : Kor l was stooping once again Under the...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Bind 8

1846
...up, as soon As light wnsin the sky, And sought the black accursed pool With a wild misgiving eye ; And I saw the Dead in the river bed, For the faithless stream was dry ! ",' Marrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never mark'd its morning...
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Prose and Verse, Del 1

Thomas Hood - 1845
...as soon As light was in the sky — And sought the black, accursed pool, With a wild misgiving eye, And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless...and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never marked its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing....
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

Prose and Verse, Bind 1–2

Thomas Hood - 1845
...as soon As light was in the sky — And sought the black, accursed pool, With a wild misgiving eye, And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless...and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never marked its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing....
Fuld visning - Om denne bog

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 sider
...as soon As light was in the sky, — And sought the black accursed pool With a wild misgiving eye ; And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless..."Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from ite wing : But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again...
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Poems, Bind 2

Thomas Hood - 1846 - 229 sider
...as soon As light was in the sky — And sought the black, accursed pool, With a wild misgiving eye, And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless...and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never marked its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing....
Fuld visning - Om denne bog




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