 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1835 - 352 páginas
...in the winter alone, Is gone,—and the birch in its stead is grown.— The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust;— His soul is with the saints, I trust. HYMN TO THE EARTH. HEXAMETERS. EARTH ! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother,... | |
 | James Gillman - 1838 - 446 páginas
...the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust. Poetical Works, Vol. ii. p. 64. The late Mr. Sotheby informed me, that, at his house in a large party,... | |
 | Frederick William Faber - 1840 - 408 páginas
...wildly-dashing river, Abide with me an household thing for ever. III. of " The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust, His soul is with the Saints, I trust." THE KNIGHT'S TOMB. OH, Memory ! — as boyhood's years roll by, How many a vision fades from Fancy's eye,... | |
 | James Heywood Markland - 1840 - 56 páginas
...prayer, feelings are awakened which ought not to be hastily dismissed. The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the Saints, I trust 1 ". Modern sculptors of the highest celebrity may be quoted as having evinced their admiration of... | |
 | William Twopeny, John Henry Parker - 1840 - 70 páginas
...prayer, feelings are awakened which ought not to be hastily dismissed. The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; His soul is with the Saints, I trust"1. Modern sculptors of the highest celebrity may be quoted as having evinced their admiration... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1846 - 318 páginas
...in the winter alone Is gone : and the birch in its stead is grown : — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the...make the attempt. My hopes were disappointed; and I was not so enthusiastic in my love for the mountain as to scale its heights amid the clouds of vapour... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 páginas
...the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust. HYMN TO THE EARTH HEXAMETERS. EARTH ! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 páginas
...the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust. HYMN TO THE EARTH. HEXAMETERS. EARTH ! them mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Derwent Coleridge - 1854 - 396 páginas
...the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust. ' 1802. METRICAL FEET. LESSON FOR A BOY. TROCHEE trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1856 - 484 páginas
...those simple lines of Coleridge which Walter Scott was fond of quoting : " The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; — His soul is with the saints, I trust."* It was my intention to have included in this lecture that part of the civil war which belongs to the... | |
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... of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn, Under the twigs of a young birch tree ! The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year, And whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its... 
