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" She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear; "Margaret, hist ! Come quick, we are here ! Dear heart," I said, "we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan. "
Poems - Página 166
por Matthew Arnold - 1878 - 370 páginas
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Blackwood's Magazine, Volumen66

1849 - 802 páginas
...graves, on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes. Bhe sate by the pillar ; we saw her clear : ' Margaret,...alone, The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.' For her eyes were sealed to the holy book. ' Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door.' Come away,...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen66

1849 - 844 páginas
...the cold-blowing airs. We climbed on the graves, on the stones worn with rains, ч And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes. She sate...Dear heart,' I said, • we are long alone, The sea growl stormy, the little ones moan.' Dut, ali, «lie gare me never ft look, For her eyes were sealed...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen66

1849 - 812 páginas
...the unall tended panes. She sate by the pllinr ; we saw her clear: ' Margaret, hist ! come quick, xve are here. Dear heart,' I said, ' we are long alone,...But, ah, she gave me never a look, For her eyes were sealed to the holy book. Loud рглуз the priest; shut stands the door. Come away, children, call...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen66

1849 - 822 páginas
...graves, on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes. 8* sate by the pillar ; we saw her clear : ' Margaret, hist ! come quick, we are here, war heart,' I snid, • we are long alone, ™« «e» grows stormy, tlie little ones moan.' ' Loud...
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The Eclectic Review, Volumen9;Volumen101

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1855 - 922 páginas
...on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle, through the small leaded pones. She Kate by the pillar, we saw her clear. ' Margaret ! hist ! come, quick, we are here!1 ' Dear heart,' 1 said, ' we are long alone.' ' The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.'...
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The Bristol magazine and West of England monthly review, Volumen1

1857 - 656 páginas
...graves, on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaden panes ; She sat by the pillar, we saw her clear. ' Margaret ! hist...But, ah, she gave me never a look, For her eyes were sealed to the holy book. Loud prays the priest, shut stands the door. Come away, children, call no.more...
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The Children's Garland: From the Best Poets

Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 372 páginas
...graves on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded, panes. She sat by the pillar ; we saw her clear ; ' Margaret, hist...quick, we are here. Dear heart,' I said, ' we are here alone. The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.' But, ah, she gave me never a look, For her...
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The poetical reader for school and home use, ed. by J.C. Curtis

John Charles Curtis - 1863 - 178 páginas
...in the cold blowing airs. We climbed on the graves, on the stones, worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes. She sate...But, ah, she gave me never a look, For her eyes were sealed to the holy book. " Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door." Come away, children, call...
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Playtime with the poets: a selection of the best English poetry for the use ...

Playtime - 1863 - 436 páginas
...graves, on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes. She sat by the pillar ; we saw her clear ; " Margaret ! hist...quick, we are here. Dear heart," I said, " we are here alone, The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan." But ah ! she gave me never a look, For her...
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The Late English Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 562 páginas
...in the cold-blowing airs. We climbed on the graves, on the stones, worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded panes, She sate...But, ah, she gave me never a look, For her eyes were sealed to the holy book. " Loud prays the priest ; shut stands the door." Come away, children, call...
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