 | William Allan Neilson - 1911 - Liczba stron: 924
...delight ; where, when she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell »i Her servants what a pretty place it were To bury lovers in ; and make her maids Pluck 'em, and strow her over like n corse. She carries with her an infectious grief, ws That strikes all her beholders... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1911 - Liczba stron: 470
...broken-hearted girl: 2O When she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she, with a sigh, will tell Her servants, what a pretty place it were To bury lovers in; and make her maids Pluck 'em, and strew her over like a corse. 25 The custom of decorating graves was once universally prevalent: osiers... | |
 | William Allan Neilson - 1911 - Liczba stron: 916
...delight ; where, when she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell ei Her servants what a pretty place it were To bury lovers in ; and make her maids Pluck 'ein, and strow her over like a corse. She carries with her an infectious grief, м That strikes all... | |
 | Helen Schlesinger - 1922 - Liczba stron: 224
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 | Stephen Phillips, Galloway Kyle - 1922 - Liczba stron: 472
...her delight, and when she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell Her servants what a pretty place it were To bury lovers in, and make her maids Pluck them and strew her over like a corse. She carries with her an infectious grief That strikes all her... | |
 | Felix Emmanuel Schelling - 1926 - Liczba stron: 840
...delight; where, when she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell Her sen-ants what a pretty place it were To bury lovers in; and make her maids Pluck 'em, and strow her over like a corse.' She carries with her an infectious grief. That strikes all her beholders:... | |
 | Harold F. Rubinstein - 1928 - Liczba stron: 1138
...her delight ; and when she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell Her servants The Italian tragedians were so sharp of wit, That in one hour's meditation They strew her over like a corse. She carries with her an infectious grief, That strikes all her beholders... | |
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Are her delight ; and when she sees a bank Stuck full of flowers, she with a sigh will tell Her servants what a pretty place it were To bury lovers in ; and make her maids Pluck 'em, and strew her over like a corse. 
