New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands,... De La Salle Monthly: A Catholic Magazine - Page 331871Full view - About this book
| 1833 - 488 pages
...: the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is it we can do for you — Speak out before you die. VI. His face is growing sharp and thin, Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his... | |
| 1833 - 484 pages
...: the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is it we can do for you — Speak out before you die. VI. His face is growing sharp and thin, Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his... | |
| Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 pages
...we '11 dearly rue for you ; What is it we can do for you 1 — Speak out before you die. DECEMBER. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend...That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There 'sa new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1891 - 580 pages
...old year and ringing in the new express much the same nuture of feeling, and so does the poet's — ' His face is growing sharp and thin, Alack ! our friend...corpse, and let him in, That standeth there alone There's a new foot on the floor, my friend, A new face at the door.' In Lord Tennyson it is an allegory,... | |
| 1839 - 914 pages
...New Year, blithe and bold, my friend ! Comes up, lo lake his own ! ***** Alack ! old friend ! thou'rt gone ! Close up his eyes ! Tie up his chin ! Step from the corpse ! and let him in, Who standeth there alone, And waitelh at the door ! There's a new foot on the floor, my friend ! And... | |
| 1840 - 326 pages
...burns low : 'Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands before you die ; OJd year we'll dearly rue for yon. What is it we can do for you? Speak out before you...That standeth there alone. And waiteth at the door. Thete's a new foot on the floor, my fri«ld. And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the... | |
| Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 pages
...light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we 'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you? Speak...That standeth there alone. And waiteth at the door. There 'sa new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the... | |
| Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1845 - 436 pages
...the light burns low: 'Tis nearly one* o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What is it we can do for you ? — Speak...: tie up his chin : Step from the corpse, and let Aim in Thatstandeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There's a new foot on the floor, my friend,... | |
| Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 260 pages
...year, we 'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? 212 THE DEATH OF THE OLD YEAR. vI. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend...That standeth there alone, And waiteth at the door. There 'sa new foot on the floor, my friend, And a new face at the door, my friend, A new face at the... | |
| Half hours - 1847 - 616 pages
...the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands before you die : Old year, we 11 dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die. VI. His face is growing sharp and thin. Alack ! our friend is gone. Close up his eyes : tie up his... | |
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