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" My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said, She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead... "
MacMillan's Magazine - Strona 143
pod redakcją - 1874
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The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the ..., Tom 4

Alexander Whitelaw - 1835
...aweary, f would that I were dead I" About a stonecast from the wall, A sluice with blacken 'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by .a poplar shook alway, All silver green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark...
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Selections from the British Poets, Tom 2

1840
...aweary, I would that I were dead !" About a stone-cast from the wall, A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marishmosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark...
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Poems, Tom 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - Liczba stron: 231
...aweary, I would that I were dead ! " IT. About a stone-cast from the wall A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark : For leagues no other tree did dark...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - Liczba stron: 504
...aweary, I would that I were dead !" About a stone-cast from the wall A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845
...I would that I were dead ! ' ' Iv. About a stone-cast from the wall A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark : For leagues no other tree did mark...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - Liczba stron: 504
...aweary, I would that I were dead !" About a stone-cast from the wall A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark...
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The Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayley

Samuel Carter Hall - 1846
...She only said, " The day is dreary, About a stone-cast from the wall, A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marishmosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark...
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The illustrated London reading book

Illustrated London news - 1851 - Liczba stron: 264
...weary, I would that I were dead ! " About a stone-cast from the wall A sluice with black en' d waters slept ; And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by, a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark ; For leagues, no other tree did...
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Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Tom 1

Beautiful poetry - 1853
...aweary, I would that I were dead ! " About a stone-cast from the wall A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with gnarled bark ; For leagues no other tree did dark...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ...

John Wilson - 1856
...aweary ; I would that I were dead ! ' About a stonecast from the wall, A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marishmosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did dark...
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