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" I sat and spun within the doore, My thread brake off, I raised myne eyes The level sun, like ruddy ore, Lay sinking in the barren skies ; And dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha!... "
The Living Age ... - الصفحة 558
1897
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The Ladies' Repository, المجلدات 33-34

1865
...English. " My sonne's faire wife Elizabeth " iscalling the cows lo the milking shed. She sings, — " Cusha! Cusha! Cusha! " calling, Ere the early dews...melick groweth, Faintly came her milking song. " Cusha! Cnsha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dens will soon be falling; Leave your meadow-grasses mellow, Mellow,...

Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. ' Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! ' calling, Ere the early dews...Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! ' calling, ' For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow...

Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 258
...dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. ' Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! ' calling, Ere the early dews...Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! ' calling, ' For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips...

The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow: Including the Shepherd Lady and Other Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 520
...Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, Ere the early dews were falling, _L THE HIGH TIDE ON THE Farre away I heard her song, " Cusha ! Cusha ! " all...meads where melick groweth Faintly came her milking soug — " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! " calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow...

Poems

David Gray - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 239
...dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, Ere the early dews..."Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips...

The High Tide

Jean Ingelow - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 163
...dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! " calling, Ere the early dews...away I heard her song. " Cusha ! Cusha ! " all along : O * Where the reedy Lindis floweth Floweth, floweth, From the meads where melick groweth Faintly...

The Late English Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 539
...dark against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !" calling, Ere the early dews..."Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow...

Golden Leaves from the British Poets

John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 546
...dark against day's golden heath She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha !" calling, Ere the early dews...Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha !" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips...

POEMS

JEAN INGELOW - 1866
...dark against day's golden death She moved where Liridis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, Ere the early dews..."Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips...

Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets

Frederick Saunders - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 376
...against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth — My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha !" calling, ere the early dews...where melick groweth, Faintly came her milking song : — 371 " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha !" calling, " for the dews will soon be tailing ; Leave your meadow-grasses...




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