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" 1 Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never marked its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. "
Scribners Monthly - Page 438
1874
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Spirit of the English Magazines

1828
...bed, As light was in the sky,— And sought the black accursed pool For the faithless stream was dry ! Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dewdrop from its wing ; But I never niark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid...
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The elocutionist, a collection of pieces in prose and verse [by various ...

James Sheridan Knowles - 1831
...With a wild misgiving eve; And I saw the dead in the river-bed, For the faithless stream was dry! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing; But I never inark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing: For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing....
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L'allegro ; Or, Tales for Hut and Hall

Mark Emery - 1835 - 283 pages
...And sought the black accursed pool With a wild misgiving eye; And I saw the dead in the river bed, " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing; But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing: For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing....
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 7

Periodicals - 1836
...bed. As light was in the sky— And sought the black, accursed pool For the faithless stream was dry : 1 Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing; But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing: For I was stooping once again Ludcr the horrid thing....
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The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from ...

Jewel - 1839
...With a wild misgiving eye; And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless stream was dry ! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing! But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing: For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing....
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 504 pages
...stream was dry ! "Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from ite wing : But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. " With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran,— There was no time to dig a...
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Poems, Volume 2

Thomas Hood - 1846 - 229 pages
...With a wild misgiving eye, And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless stream was dry ! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from...I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. " With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran— There was no time to dig a...
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The academic speaker, a system of elocution

A M. Hartley - 1846 - 120 pages
...For the faithless stream was dry! •' Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dewdrop from its wing; 11 But I never marked its morning flight, I never heard it sing: For I was stooping once agai^ ,„„ 1JO[(T ., Under the hornd thing. .^ ,; ybl|) " With breathless speed, like a soul in...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, Volume 4

Half hours - 1847
...With a wild misgiving eye; And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless stream was dry! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dewdrop from...I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. • " With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran— There was no time to dig...
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The Home friend, a weekly miscellany of amusement and instruction, Volume 1

Society for promoting Christian knowledge - 1852
...As light was in the sky— And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless stream was dry. " Merrily rose the lark and shook The dew-drop from...I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. " With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took it up and ran— There was no time to dig a grave...
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