 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1849 - 296 ページ
...sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary, Reading in an ancient book Some old martyr story. Tears Were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was...With the beatings of her heart—- How could I help lovfog ! On a crag I sat me down. Upon the mountain hoary, And made her read again to me That old pathetic... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 ページ
...sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary, Reading in an ancient book Some old martyr story. Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was...beatings of her heart; — How could I help loving ? On a crag I sat me down. Upon the mountain hoary, And made her read again to me That old pathetic... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 418 ページ
...sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary, Reading in an ancient book Some old martyr story. Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was o'er her ; When she saw in that lone place Crimson was her sunny cheek, And her lips seemed moving With the beatings of her heart — How could... | |
 | George Washington Bethune - 1848 - 520 ページ
...himself Would proudly call his daughter. She was sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary, Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was...beatings of her heart — How could I help loving! On a crag I sat me down, Upon the mountain hoary, And made her read again to me That old pathetic story.... | |
 | George Washington Bethune - 1848 - 526 ページ
...sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary, Reading in an ancient book Some old martyr story. Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was...A stranger stand before her. Crimson was her sunny eheek, And her lips seemed moving With the beatings of her heart — How could I help loving! On a... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 ページ
...sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary ; Reading in an ancient book Some old martyr story. Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was...sunny cheek, And her lips seemed" moving With the beafings of her heart; — How could I help loving? On a crag I sat me down, Upon the mountain hoary,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 ページ
...sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary, Reading in an ancient book Some old martyr story. Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was...Crimson was her sunny cheek, And her lips seemed moving On a crag I sat me down. Upon the mountain hoary, And made her read again to me That old pathetic story.... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1883 - 382 ページ
...an ancient book Some old martyr story. She was sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary; Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was...saw in that lone place A stranger stand before her. With the beatings of her heart;— How could I help loving ? Crimson was her sunny cheek, And her lips... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - 458 ページ
...sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary ; Reading in an ancient book Some old martyr story. Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was...beatings of her heart; — How could I help loving? On a crag I sat me down, Upon the mountain hoary, And made her read again to me That old pathetic story.... | |
 | Paula R. Feldman - 2001 - 924 ページ
...shepherd-girl! Beside a mountain-water I found her, whom a king himself Would proudly call his daughter. 20 She was sitting 'mong the crags, Wild, and mossed,...Crimson was her sunny cheek, And her lips seemed moving 30 With the beatings of her heart — How could I help loving! Among the crags I sat me down, Upon... | |
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Beside a mountain water, I found her, whom a king himself Would proudly call his daughter. She was sitting 'mong the crags, Wild and mossed and hoary ; Reading in an ancient book Some old martyr story. Tears were starting to her eyes, Solemn thought was... 