 | 1861 - 588 halaman
...of beea. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back, Went drearily sinking the chore -girl small, Draping each hive with a shred of black. Trembling,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said, "My Mary weepl For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret anil... | |
 | 1916 - 374 halaman
...and the trees. The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door; Nothing changed but the hives of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, forward and back. Went drearily singing the chore-tfirl small. Draping each hive with a shred of black Trembling, I listened; the Summer sun Had... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 halaman
...the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door, — Nothing changed but the hives of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, ' My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1867 - 432 halaman
...the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door,— Nothing changed but the hives of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1868 - 430 halaman
...the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door, — Nothing changed but the hives of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1870 - 106 halaman
...the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door, — Nothing changed but the hives of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 420 halaman
...the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door, — Nothing changed but the hives of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! 226 THE SYCAMORES. Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away. "... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1873 - 424 halaman
...the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by tho door, — Nothing changed but the hives of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her Wind old grandsire sleeps The... | |
 | American poems, William Michael Rossetti - 1873 - 556 halaman
...the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door, — Nothing changed but the hives of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go ! Then I said to myself, " My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 halaman
...the trees, The barn's brown gable, the vine by the door, — Nothing changed but the hive of bees. Before them, under the garden wall, Forward and back,...the bees of one Gone on the journey we all must go! Then I said to myself, "My Mary weeps For the dead to-day : Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The... | |
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My Mary weeps For the dead to-day: Haply her blind old grandsire sleeps The fret and the pain of his age away. 
