 My love is dead, Cone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter is my true-love's shroud: Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.  The Tuftonian - Page 1391895Full view - About this book
 | Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 pages
...deathbed, All under the willow tree. Here upon my true love's grave, Shall the barren flowers be laid, Nor one holy saint to save All the coldness of a maid. My love is dead, Gone to I js deathbed, All under the willow tree. With my hands I'll bind the briars Round his holy corse to... | |
 | English poetry - 1822 - 418 pages
...death-bed, All under the willow tree. Here, upon my true-love's grave, Shall the barren flowers be laid, Nor one holy saint to save All the coldness of a maid...love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. With my hands I'll bind the briers, Round his holy corse to gre,* Elfin- fairy, light... | |
 | F. Campbell - English poetry - 1824 - 440 pages
...death-bed, All under the willow tree. Here, upon my true-love's grave, Shall the barren flowers be laid, Nor one holy saint to save All the coldness of a maid...is dead, • Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. With my hands I'll bind the briers, Round his holy corse to gre x, Elfin-fairy, light... | |
 | Select readings - 1824 - 300 pages
...death-bed, All under the willow tree. Here, upon my true-love's grave, Shall the barren flowers be laid, Nor one holy saint to save All the coldness of a maid : My love is dead, Gone to bis death-bed, All under the willow tree. 261 With my bands I'll bind the briers, Round his holy corse... | |
 | Robert Chambers - American literature - 1830 - 844 pages
...thorn, Dniin my heart's blood all away ; Life and all its good I scorn, Dance by night, or feast by day. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow-tree. Water-witches, crowned with reytes, (5) Bear me to your deadly tide. I die — I come— my true-love... | |
 | Music - 1834 - 358 pages
...Drain my [pure] heart's blood away ; Life and all its goods I scorn, Dance by night, or feast by day. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. 1 die, I come ; my true love waits. Thus the damsel spake, and died. This is a part of the minstrel's... | |
 | Fashion - 738 pages
...wing In the briered dell below; Hark ! the death-owl loud doth sing, To the nightmares as they go. My love is dead, Gone to his deathbed All under the willow-tree." Charles Lamb presses even the hawk into the service of poetry — " A hawk's keen sight ye cannot bind,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...my true-love's grave, Shall the garish flowers be laid, Nor one holy eaint to save All the sorrows of a maid. My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed, All under the willow tree. With my hands I'll bind the brier«, Round his holy corse to grejl Elfin-fairj', light... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...my true-love's grave, Shall the garish flowers be laid, Nor one holy saint to save All the sorrows his. willow tree. With my hands I'll bind the briers, Round his holy corse to gre j1 Elfin-fairy, light... | |
 | William Howitt - Literary landmarks - 1847 - 600 pages
...than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud. My love is dead, &c. " Here, upon my true love's grave, Shall the barren flowers be laid ; Not one...save All the coldness of a maid. My love is dead, &c. " With my hands I'll bend the briers Round his holy corse to gre :* Elfin fairies, light your fires;... | |
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