 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!...  Littell's Living Age - الصفحة 5561897عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Charles Hartley - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...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... | |
 | 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 514
...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...where melick groweth Faintly came her milking song — "Cnsha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, "For the dews will soone be falling; Leave your meadow grasses... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, — My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. Iff. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling Ere the early dews...From the meads where melick groweth, Faintly came her milking-song. rv. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your... | |
 | Lewis Baxter Monroe - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 418
...wandereth, — My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. in. "Cusha! Cnsha! Cusha!" calling Ere the early dewa were falling, Farre away I heard her song. "Cusha!...From the meads where melick groweth, Faintly came her milking-song. IV. "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, "For the dews will soone be falling; Leave your meadow... | |
 | 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 900
...against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth ! — My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. ewed in, and not quite so much jagged at the brim....boot, and not a fit, and you '11 know by that if it Liudis floweth, Floweth, floweth, From the meads where mclick groweth, Faintly came her milking-song.... | |
 | Anna Randall Diehl - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth, My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. "CushaI Cushal Cushal" calling, Ere the early dews were falling, Farre away I heard her song. "CushaI Cushal" all along; Where the reedy Lindis floweth, Floweth, floweth, From the meads where melick... | |
 | H. L. D. Potter - 1873 - عدد الصفحات: 444
...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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - عدد الصفحات: 906
...against day's golden death She moved where Lindis wandereth ! — My sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. " milking-song. " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! " calling, "For the dews will soone be falling; Leave your... | |
 | Living voices - 1873 - عدد الصفحات: 588
...sonne's faire wife, Elizabeth. " Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! " calling, Ere the early dews were falling, Fane away I heard her song. " Cusha ! Cusha ! " all along...Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! " calling, " For the dews will soone be falling ; Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...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... | |
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