 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...  Ballads of New England - Página 16por John Greenleaf Whittier - 1870 - 92 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | 1861 - 588 páginas
...Forward and back, Went drearily sinking the chore -girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had the chill...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
...forward and back. Went drearily singing the chore-tfirl small. Draping each hive with a shred of black Trembling, I listened; the Summer sun Had the chill...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
...Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl * small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill...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 dog whined low ; on the doorway... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1868 - 430 páginas
...Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill...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 - 1873 - 424 páginas
...Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill...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
...Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had the chill...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. "... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1874 - 500 páginas
...singing the chore-girl Before them, under the garden wall, Draping each hive with a shred of black. small, Trembling, I listened : the summer sun Had...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go I Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps... | |
 | Oliver Optic - 1875 - 978 páginas
...This circumstance has been the theme of one of Whittier's touching poems, called "Telling the Bees." "Then I said to myself, ' My Mary weeps For the dead...sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away.' " But the dog whined low, on the doorway sill ; With his cane to his chin, The old man sat : and the chore-girl... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 584 páginas
...Forward and back, Went drearily singing the chore-girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling, I listened: the summer sun Had the chill...Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old gnmdsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away." But her dog whined low; on the doorway sill,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 páginas
...Forward and back, Went 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 was telling the hees of one Gone on the journey we all must go! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead... | |
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