 | Thomas Chatterton - 1906 - 238 sider
...Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note. Quick in dance as thought can be, Deft his labour, cudgel stout ; Oh ! he lies by the willow-tree. My love is dead, 860 Gone to his death-bed,... | |
 | Arthur Leslie Salmon - 1906 - 366 sider
...high ; Whiter is my true love's shroud ; Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree.' 316 Undoubtedly there are occasional glimpses of genuine gold among the dross of Chatterton's verses... | |
 | Margaret Lynn - 1907 - 528 sider
...Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. 15 Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought can be, Deft his tabour, cudgel stout; Oh ! he lies by the willow-tree. My love is dead, 20 Gone to his death-bed, All... | |
 | Margaret Lynn - 1907 - 506 sider
...Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. 15 Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, Quick in dance as thought can be, Deft his tabour, cudgel stout; Oh ! he lies by the willow-tree. My love is dead, io Gone to his death-bed, Hark... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1907 - 378 sider
...thorn Drain my hearte's blood away ; Life and all its good I scorn, Dance by night or feast by day. My love is dead Gone to his death-bed All under the willow tree." Well, this is the poetry of the marvellous boy Chatterton l — fragments of which you will find in... | |
 | Donald Grant Mitchell - 1907 - 364 sider
...thorn Drain my hearte's blood away ; Life and all its good I scorn, Dance by night or feast by day. My love is dead Gone to his death-bed All under the willow tree." Well, this is the poetry of the marvellous boy Chatterton 1 — fragments of which you will find in... | |
 | Robert Maynard Leonard - 1909 - 636 sider
...his throat as the summer snow. Red his cheek as the morning light, Cold he lies in the grave below. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note; Quick in...tabor, cudgel stout, Oh, he lies by the willow tree. Hark ! the raven flaps his wing In the briery dell below ; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing, To... | |
 | 1910 - 542 sider
...Cold he lies in the grave below: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note Quick in dance as thought can be, Deft his tabor, cudgel stout; •Ghost. 'Weep. 'Much. 'Hair. 'Complexion. O he lies by the willow-tree ! My love is dead, Gone to... | |
 | 1910 - 298 sider
...Cold he lies in the grave below: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note Quick in dance as thought can be, Deft his tabor, cudgel stout; 4 Ghost. ' Weep. • Much. J Hair. • Complexion. O he lies by the willow-tree ! My love is dead,... | |
 | 1911 - 784 sider
...Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note, Quick in...dance as thought can be, Deft his tabor, cudgel stout, O he lies by the willow-tree! My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Hark!... | |
| |
Sweet his tongue as the throstle's note ; Quick in dance as thought can be; Deft his tabor, cudgel stout; O, he lies by the willow-tree! 
