 When she 'came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag-leaves,...  The New Monthly Belle Assemblée - Page 52Full view - About this book
 | Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl - Anthologies - 1899 - 452 pages
...was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag leaves Watching till she wakes. By the craggy hillside, Through...For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig them up in spite, He shall feel their sharpest thorns In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain,... | |
 | Children's poetry - 1899 - 450 pages
...w/as dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wakes. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn trees For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig one up in spite, He shall find... | |
 | Children's poetry - 1917 - 456 pages
...was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wakes. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare, They have planted thorn trees For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig one up in spite, He shall find... | |
 | Etta Austin Blaisdell McDonald, Mary Frances Blaisdell - Readers - 1900 - 202 pages
...Eosses; Or going up with music, On cold starry nights, To sup with the Queen Of the gay Northern Lights. By the craggy hillside, Through the mosses bare, They...For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig them up in spite? He shall find the thornies set In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain,... | |
 | Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - English poetry - 1901 - 1190 pages
...They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wake. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare,...have planted thorn-trees For pleasure here and there. If any man so daring As dig them up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night.... | |
 | Frederick Brigham De Berard - Literature - 1902 - 422 pages
...was dead with sorrow. They have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wakes. By the craggy hill-side,...pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring To dig them up in spite, He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down... | |
 | Mrs. Kate Douglas (Smith) Wiggins, Nora Archibald Smith - American poetry - 1916 - 784 pages
...fa&£ with sorrow. f They have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag leaves, Watching till she wakes. By the craggy hillside, Through...For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig one up in spite? He shall find the thornies set In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down... | |
 | American poetry - 1902 - 778 pages
...(jea(jw^ sorrow. <f Tliey have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag leaves, Watching till she wakes. By the craggy hillside, Through...For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig one up in spite? He shall find the thornies set In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down... | |
 | Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith - American poetry - 1902 - 772 pages
...dead with sorrow. If They have kept her ever since Deep within the lakes, On a bed of flag leaves, Watching till she wakes. By the craggy hillside, Through...For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring As dig one up in spite? He shall fir.d the thornies set In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain,... | |
 | Solomon Henry Clark - Readers - 1902 - 600 pages
...They have kept her ever since Deep within the lake, On a bed of flag-leaves, Watching till she wake. By the craggy hill-side, Through the mosses bare,...For pleasure here and there. Is any man so daring He shall find their sharpest thorns In his bed at night. Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen,... | |
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