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" There was no bud, no bloom upon the bowers; The spiders wove their thin shrouds night by night; The thistle-down, the only ghost of flowers, Sailed slowly by, passed noiseless out of sight. Amid all this, in this most cheerless air, And where the woodbine... "
The Christian remembrancer; or, The Churchman's Biblical, ecclesiastical ... - الصفحة 190
1853
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The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 1022
...the only ghost of flowers, Sailed slowly by, — passed noiseless out of sight. Amid all this — hi this most cheerless air, And where the woodbine shed...wheel, and with her joyless mien Sat, like a fate, and watched the flying thread. She had known Sorrow, — he had walked with her, Oft supped, and broke...

Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, المجلد 27

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 610
...The thistle-down, the only ghost of flowers, Sailed slowly by — passed noiseless out of sight. " Amid all this — in this most cheerless air, And...torch ; " Amid all this, the centre of the scene, The white haired matron, with monotonous tread, Plied the swift wheel, and with her joyless mien, Sat like...

The North British review

1852 - عدد الصفحات: 620
...The thistle-down, the only ghost of flowers, Sailed slowly by — passed noiseless out of sight. " Amid all this — in this most cheerless air, And...— " Amid all this, the centre of the scene, The white haired matron, with monotonous tread, Plied the swift wheel, and with her joyless mien, Sat like...

Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, المجلد 42

1853 - عدد الصفحات: 776
...night; The thistle-down, the only ghost of flowers, Sailed slowly by — passed noiseless out of sight. Amid all this — in this most cheerless air, And...Firing the floor with his inverted torch , — Amid nil this, the centre of the scene, The white-haired matron, with monotonous tread, Plied the swift...

The Anglo-American Magazine, المجلد 2

1853 - عدد الصفحات: 698
...night; The thistledown, the only ghost of flowers, Sailed slowly by, passed noiseless out of sight. Amid all this, in this most cheerless air, And where...crimson leaves, as if the Year stood there Firing the air with his inverted torch ; — Amid all this, the centre of the scene, The white-haired matron,...

The Anglo-American Magazine, المجلد 2

1853 - عدد الصفحات: 692
...only ghost of flowers, g.iilcd glowly by, passed noiseless out of sight. Amid all this, in this moat cheerless air, And where the woodbine shed upon the...crimson leaves, as if the Year stood there Firing the air with his inverted torch ; — Amid all this, the centre of the scene, The whiterhaired matron,...

Poems

Thomas Buchanan Read - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 408
...the Orleans' dotard brow." The MarxillaiK, p. 212. THE CLOSING SCENE. ZKORATED BY AHDERTOX. Amid til this, the centre of the scene, The white-haired matron, with monotonous, tread, Piled the swift wheel, and with her joyless mien, gat like a Fate, and watched the dying thread." The...

The Presbyterian Quarterly Review, المجلد 5

Benjamin John Wallace, Albert Barnes - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 722
...the dreamy gloom; Alone the pheasant, drumming in the vale, Made echo to the distant cottage loom. Amid all this, in this most cheerless air, And where...there Firing the floor with his inverted torch— And Lowell: Here ever hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit...

The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 644
...; The thistle-down, the only ghost of flowers, Sailed slowly by — passed noiseless out of sight. Amid all this — in this most cheerless air, And...scene, The white-haired matron, with monotonous tread She had known sorrow. lie had walked with her, Oft supped, and broke the bitter a«hen crust, And in...

Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, المجلد 5

Beautiful poetry - 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 350
...night ; The thistle-down, the only ghost of flowers, Sail'd slowly by, pass'd noiseless out of sight. Amid all this, in this most cheerless air, And where the woodbine shed upon the porch Its orimson leaves, as if the year stood there Firing the floor with his inverted torch. THE CASTLE BY...




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