 | Hilderic Friend - 1898 - Počet stránok 308
...Ashburton's scholarly sons over one whose loss he deeply mourned. Gifford thus utters his lament :— " I wish I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering...! For, when she died, I lost my all; and life has proved, Since that sad hour, a dreary void, A waste, unlovely and unloved." The other is humorous,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1902 - Počet stránok 456
...ttoo years after the preceding.' ECCE 1TERUM CR1SP1NUS. ' I wish I was where Anna lies ; For I am side of lingering here, And every hour Affection cries, Go, and partake her humble bier. 1 What an awkward bedfellow for a tuft of violets 1 ' ' How oft, O Dart I what time the faithful pair... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1902 - Počet stránok 464
...these ' wild strains ' 2 said to be ' Written t<vuo yeart after the preceding' ECCE ITERUM CRISPINUS. ' I wish I was where Anna lies ; For I am sick of lingering...Affection cries, Go, and partake her humble bier. 1 What an awkward bedfellow for a tuft of violets ! • ' How oft, O Dart ! what time the faithful... | |
 | Sabine Baring-Gould - 1926 - Počet stránok 456
...most sensitive part of the human heart, for over her grave he poured forth the pathetic lament : — I wish I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering here, And every hour affliction cries, "Go, and partake her humble bier." I wish I could ! For when she died 1 lost my all... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1928 - Počet stránok 374
...these ' wild strains ' a mid to be ' Written two years after the preceding? ECCE ITERUM CRISPINUS. ' I wish I was where Anna lies ; For I am sick of lingering...Affection cries, Go, and partake her humble bier. 1 What an awkward bedfellow for a tuft of violets ! * ' How oft, O Dart I what time the faithful pair... | |
 | John Aikin, John Frost - 1866 - Počet stránok 786
...still, Nor e'er regret, 'mid fairer scenes, The day we pass'd on Greenwich Hill. THE GRAVE OP ANNA. I wish I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering...cries, Go, and partake her humble bier. I wish I could 1 For when she died, I lost my all ; and life has proved, Since that sad hour, a dreary void, A waste... | |
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I WISH I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering here ; And every hour, affection cries, Go and partake her humble bier. I wish I could ! for when she died, I lost my all ; and life has proved, Since that sad hour, a dreary void, A waste unlovely,... 
