 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1908 - 466 pagina’s
...sadly, " I am old ; Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow; Why I sit here thou shall soon be told"— Then his eye betrayed a pearl of sorrow,— Down it rolled — " Angel," said he, sadly, " / am old!" It must be confessed that some portions of Old (which is by far the best of the collection)... | |
 | Charles Dudley Warner, John William Cunliffe, Ashley Horace Thorndike, Harry Morgan Ayres, Helen Rex Keller, Gerhard Richard Lomer - 1917 - 816 pagina’s
...Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow; Now why I sit here thou hast been told." — In his eye another pearl of sorrow Down it rolled! "Angel," said he sadly, "I am old!" By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat the hoary pilgrim, sadly musing: Still I marked him sitting there... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 408 pagina’s
...sadly, " I am old ; Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow ; Yet, why I sit here thou shall be told." Then his eye betrayed a pearl of sorrow, Down it rolled...garden of my heart was blighted To the core : I have tottei-ed here to look once more. " All the picture now to me how dear ! E'en this gray old nick where... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 pagina’s
...sadly, 'I am old; Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow: Why I sit here thou shalt soon be told' — " It must be confessed that some portions of "Old" (which is by far the best of the collection) remind... | |
 | 1849 - 638 pagina’s
...life no longer hath a morrow ; — Now why sit I here thou hast been told ; — In his eye another pearl of sorrow ; — Down it rolled, Angel, said he sadly, I am old. By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat a hoary pilgrim sadly musing ; Still I marked him sitting there... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 pagina’s
...Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow, Now, why 1 sit here thou hast been told." In his eye another By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat the hoary pilgrim, sadly musing ; Still I marked him sitting... | |
 | Josiah Gilbert Holland - 1872 - 718 pagina’s
...Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow ; Now, why I sit here thou hast been told. In his eye another pearl of sorrow ; Down it rolled ! Angel, said he sadly, I am old. By the wayside, on a mossy stone, Sat the hoary pilgrim, sadly musing ; Still I marked him sitting... | |
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Where we worshipped, in the days of yore, Ere the garden of my heart was blighted To the core! I have come to see that grave once more. " Angel," said he sadly, " I am old; Earthly hope no longer hath a morrow, Now, why I sit here thou hast been told."... 
