 | 1784 - 204 Seiten
...MARIA BULL. SONG. O fing unto my roundelay, O drop the briny tear wiih me J Dance no more on holiday ; Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree I Black his hair as winter night ; White his (kin as dimmer fnow ; Red his face as morning light ;•... | |
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 Seiten
...DIRGE. CHATTERTON. O! sing unto my roundelay, O ! drop the briny tear with me, Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river. be ; My love is dead, Gone to his deathbed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning... | |
 | 1822 - 418 Seiten
...their bosoms bleed,) May almost dream they are not past. A DIRGE. CHATTEBTON. Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river be: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Ruddy his face as the morning... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1829 - 318 Seiten
...flagrant. Oh ! sing unto me roundelay ; Oh ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holy day j Like a running river be : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night ; White his rode [complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 Seiten
...briers,; Kouud hie holy corse to gre ; (3) Ouphante (4) fairy, light your fires, Here my body still shall XjFg \ willow-tree. Come with acora cup and thorn, Dniin my heart's blood all away ; Life and all its good... | |
 | 1835 - 842 Seiten
...elegy. " O sing unlo my roundelay — О drop the briny tears with me ; Dance no more at holiday— Like a running river be. My love is dead. Gone to his death-bed, Alt under the willow tree. Black his hair as the summer night, White his brow as the winter snow, Red... | |
 | 1834 - 358 Seiten
...my roundelay, O ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holiday, Like a running river we. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow tree. Come with acorn-cup and thorne, Drain my [pure] heart's blood away ; Life and all its goods I scorn,... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 370 Seiten
...flagrant. Oh ! sing unto me roundelay ; , Oh ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holy day ; Like a running river be : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night ; White his rode [complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face... | |
 | Musa, Thomas Oliphant (president of the Madrigal society) - 1837 - 520 Seiten
...1832. He died in the following year. CCCLXXX. O sing unto my roundelay, O drop the briny tear with me : Dance no more on holy-day, Like a running river be. My love is dead, Gone to his death bed All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer... | |
 | Joseph Cottle - 1837 - 370 Seiten
...flagrant. Oh ! sing unto me roundelay ; Oh ! drop the briny tear with me ; Dance no more at holy day ; Like a running river be : My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, Black lu's hair as the winter night ; White his rode [complexion] as the summer snow ; Red his face... | |
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My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow tree. Black his hair as the winter night, White his skin as the summer snow, Red his face as the morning light; Cold he lies in the grave below. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under... 
