 Thomas, I must die : Would I could see my Sally, and could rest My throbbing temples on her faithful breast, And gazing, go ! — if not, this trifle take, And say, till death I wore it for her sake ; Yes ! I must die — blow on, sweet breeze, blow on...  The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and Literature for ... - 713 ページ1812全文表示 - この書籍について
 | George Crabbe - 1834 - 340 ページ
...smiled, but seldom would he speak ; For now he found the danger, felt the pain, With grievous symptoms he could not explain ; Hope was awaken'd, as for home...and never more prevail'd. He call'd his friend, and prefaced with a sigh A lover's message — " Thomas, I must die : H Would I could see my Sally, and... | |
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...smiled, but seldom would he speak ; For now he found the danger, felt the pain, With grievous symptoms he could not explain ; Hope was awaken'd, as for home...and never more prevail'd. He call'd his friend, and prefaced with a sigh A lover's message — "Thomas, I must die. " Would I could see my Sally, and could... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - 1888 - 790 ページ
...life's unresting sea ! OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. THE DYING SAILOR. *E called his friend, and prefaced with a sigh A lover's message — " Thomas, I must die : Would I could see my Sallie, and could rest My throbbing temples on her faithful breast, And gazing, go !— if not, this... | |
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