 With a rock for his muller he crush'd every bone, But, though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan; For life had forsook not the maid. Now reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread; The blue of her eyes, and the...  The Sylphs of the Seasons: With Other Poems - Strana 125autor/autoři: Washington Allston - 1813 - 168 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1809 - 446 str.
...Ellen in torment convulse the dun air, All cover'd with oil to the chin. t On the morn of the eighth on a huge sable stone ' , • Then Ellen, all reeking,...though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan j. For life had forsook not the maid. . , Now reaching his palette, with masterly care, Each tint on... | |
 | 1809 - 878 str.
...Ellen in torment convulse the dun air. All cover'd with oil to the chin. On the morn of the eighth on a huge sable stone Then Ellen, all reeking, he laid ; With a rock for his miiller, he crush'd every bone ; But though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan ; For life... | |
 | 1809 - 420 str.
...Ellen in torment convulse the dun air, All cover'd with oil to the chin. On the morn of the eighth on a huge sable stone, Then Ellen, all reeking, he laid ; With a rock for his muller, he crushM every bone ; But though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan . For life had forsook not... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 str.
...of the eighth on a huge sable sfene JHlston's With a rock for his muller he erush'd every bone, Cut, though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan...the maid. Now reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread ; The blue of her eyes, and the brown of her hair, And the... | |
 | 1822 - 298 str.
...Ellen in torment convulse the dun air, All cover'd with oil to the chin. On the morn of the eighth on a huge sable stone Then Ellen, all reeking, he laid...though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan ; Now reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread ; The blue of her... | |
 | William Dunlap - 1834 - 502 str.
...air, All cover'd with oil to the chin. On the morn of the eighth on a huge sable stone Then F.llen, all reeking, he laid ; With a rock for his muller...though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan ; Allston and sister of Channing were, Samuel FB Morse, Charles R. Leslie, and John Howard Payne, three... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 str.
...with the shrieks of despair, Did Ellen in torment convulse the dun air, On the morn of the eighth, on a huge sable stone, Then Ellen, all reeking, he laid...the maid. Now reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread; The blue of her eyes, and the brown of her hair, And the pearl... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1843 - 324 str.
...within. Seven days, seven nights, with the shrieks of.despair, Did Ellen in torment convulse the dun air, Then Ellen, all reeking, he laid; With a rock for...though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan, On the morn of the eighth, on a huge sable stone, For life had forsook not the maid. Each tint on its... | |
 | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1843 - 500 str.
...convulse the dun air , All covered with oil to the chin. On the mom of the eighth, on a huge sahle stone Then Ellen, all reeking, he laid ; With a rock for his muller he erush'd every hone, But, though ground to jelly, still, still did she groan ; For life had forsook... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1847 - 456 str.
...eighth, on a huge sable stone Then Ellen, all reeking, he laid ; With a rock for his muller, he crushed every bone, But, though ground to jelly, still, still...the maid. Now reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread ; The blue of her eyes, and the brown of her hair, And the... | |
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