 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 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 he breathes 1 over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro; The cricket chirps;... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1875 - 494 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...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'T is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we '11 dearly rue for you : What... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1876 - 452 pages
...before. Everyone 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...nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Oldyear.we'll dearly rue for you: What is it we can do for you:1 Speak out before you die. His face... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 576 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...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'T is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands before you die. Old year, we '11 dearly rue for you : What... | |
 | Anna Randall Diehl - 1876 - 458 pages
...And the New Year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! o'er the snow I heard just now the crowing cock, The shadows...to and fro : The cricket chirps — the light burns low'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands before you die ! Old year we'll dearly rue for you: What... | |
 | 1876 - 732 pages
...friend, And the New year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his owu. How hard he breathes! o'er 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. Shako hands before you die; Old year, we'll dearly rue for you. What... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 pages
...before. Every one for his own. The night is starry and cold, my friend, Ami the New-year, blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard...and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'T is nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands before you die. Old year, we '11 dearly me for you : What... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1877 - 392 pages
...hlithe and hold, my friend, Comee np to take his own. How hard he hreathes ! over the snow I heard jnst now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps: the light hnrne low: Тis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, hefore yon die. Old year, we'll dearly me for yon:... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 688 pages
...before. 70 ys 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 bjforc you die. His face is growing sharp... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1878 - 262 pages
...before. Every one for his own The night is starry and cold, my friend, And the New-year, hlithe 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... | |
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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. 
