 | 1836 - 726 páginas
...Head." — The following is a metrical version of the legend as existing in the local traditions. " The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul r , with the saints, I trust." COLIRIDOE. HARK ! slowly sounds the castle bell O'er Apethorpe-woods,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1835 - 352 páginas
...year, And whistled and roared 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... | |
 | James Gillman - 1838 - 398 páginas
...And whistled and roar'd 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. Poetical Works, Vol. ii. p. 64. The late Mr. Sotheby informed me, that, at his house in a... | |
 | James Gillman - 1838 - 386 páginas
...year; And whistled and roar'd 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. Poetical Works, Vol. ii. p. 64. The late Mr. Sotheby informed me, that, at... | |
 | James Heywood Markland - 1840 - 56 páginas
...glances on them in the hour of 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... | |
 | Frederick William Faber - 1840 - 408 páginas
...well ! And may thine image, 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... | |
 | Cam river - 1841 - 318 páginas
...year, And bellowed and whistled in winter alone, Is gone — in its place the birch tree is grown. The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust — His soul is with the saints I trust ! COLERIDGE. ARUNDINES CAMI. Deme quot rerum videt alta Luna, Sit reclinato mihi cum puella... | |
 | William Twopeny, John Henry Parker - 1840 - 70 páginas
...glances on them in the hour of 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... | |
 | Miles Gerald Keon - 530 páginas
...not, however, of our own imagining. Seven centuries have passed since either smiled on the other : " The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust — His soul is with the saints we trust." But we must not forestall our story : though, as we have said that the parties lived nearly seven centuries... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1846 - 318 páginas
...year, And whistled and roared 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. The morning I had set apart for the purpose dawned dull and misty ; but as the day wore on... | |
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... good man be ? — By the side 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... 
