 Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had the chill of snow; For I knew she was telling the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go! Then I said to myself, 'My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the...  Life of John Greenleaf Whittier - Página 173por William James Linton - 1893 - 202 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1861 - 588 páginas
...drearily sinking the chore -girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had the chill of snow ; For I knew...Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said, "My Mary weepl For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret anil the pain of... | |
 | 1916 - 374 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-tfirl small. Draping each hive with a shred of black Trembling, I listened; the Summer sun Had the chill of snow; For I knew she...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go! July, 1916. Then I said to myself : " My Mary weeps For the dead today; Haply her blind old erandsire... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-girl * small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill of snow ; For I knew...Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away.' * Chare, American form of the word cfutr, work done by the day. But her... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - 432 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-girl* small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill of snow ; For I knew...Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away." But her dog whined low ; on the doorway sill, With his cane to his chin,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1868 - 430 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill of snow ; For I knew...Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away." But her dog whined... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1870 - 106 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill of snow ; For I knew...Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away." But her dog whined low ; on the doorway sill, With his cane to his chin,... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill of snow; For I knew she...Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away." But her dog whined low; on the doorway sill, With his cane to his chin,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 424 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill of snow ; For I knew...myself, "My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her Wind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away. " But her dog whined low ; on the... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 420 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill of snow ; For I knew...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! 226 THE SYCAMORES. Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away. "... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 páginas
...drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had the chill of snow ; For I knew...Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away." But her dog whined low; on the doorway sill, With his cane to his chin,... | |
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