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...clustered marish-mosses " — a poplar, a water-loving tree, that " Shook alway, All silver green -.nth gnarled bark ; For leagues no other tree did mark The level waste, the rounding grey." Or a whole Lincolnshire landscape of — " A §and-bailt ridge Of heaped hills that mound the...

...Unlifted was the clinking latch, Weeded and worn the ancient thatch, Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said : She said, ' I am aweary, aweary; I would that I were dead ! ' Her tears fell with the dews at even,...

...with blackened waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The clustered marish-mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver-green with...said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! " v. And ever when the moon was low,...

...from the wall A sluice with blacken'd waters slept, Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver green with gnarled bark : For leagues no other tree did...rounding gray. She only said, " My life is dreary, He comcth not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! " And ever when...

...Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Dpon the lonely moated grange. She only said, " My life is dreary, He cometh not," she said ; She said, " I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead ! " Her tears fell with the dews at even...

...tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars." 2. " The dark attired Culdee." 3. " She only said, ' My life is dreary.' ' He cometh not,' she said — • She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead.' " 4. "As half asleep his breath...

...with blacken'd waters slept, And o'er it many, round and small, The cluster'd marish mossc» crept. fault withal ; But, if they will not, throw away that spirit, And I shall find you empty of tha dark The level waste, the rounding prey. She only eaid, * My life is drearyHe cometh not,' ehe said...

...round and small, The clustered marish mosses crept. Hard by a poplar shook alway, All silver green with gnarled bark, For leagues no other tree did mark The level waste, the rounding grey. She only said, ' My lite is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,...

...is drearyHe cometh not,' ehe said ; She said, * I am aweary, aweary ; I would that I were dead 1' ' And ever when the moon was low. And the shrill winds were up an' away, In the white curtain, to and fro, She saw the gusty shadow sway. But when the moon was very...