 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1857 - 628 pages
...my ild, my friend. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New Year, blithe and bold Conies up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! Over the...snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows nicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : Tis nearly one o'clock. Shake hands... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1858 - 402 pages
...before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. | How hard...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. His face is growing sharp... | |
 | Advanced reading book - 1860 - 458 pages
...starry and cold, my friend ; And the New Year blythe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...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... | |
 | Warren P. Edgarton - 1860 - 530 pages
...for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friends, And the new year blithe and bold, my friends, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over...snow I heard just now the crowing cock; The shadows flitter to and fro ; The cricket chirps, — the light burns low,— 'TIS nearly twelve o'clock. Shake... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1861 - 614 pages
...before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend. And the New Year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard...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. His face is growing sharp... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 376 pages
...stair)' and cold, my friend, And the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1861 - 366 pages
...before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard...snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows nicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands,... | |
 | Richard Green Parker, James Madison Watson - 1861 - 446 pages
...own. 6. How hard he breathes ! o'er the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flitter to and fro : The cricket chirps — the light burns...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. Close up bis eyes... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1862 - 698 pages
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. v. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just...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... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1863 - 516 pages
...starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. V. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows nicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'T is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands,... | |
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He was full of joke and jest; But all his merry quips are o'er: To see him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride posthaste ; But he'll be dead before. 
