 The Czar is dead; the woman dead, About her neck a cord. In God's house rests his royal head — Hers in a place abhorred — Yet...  The Californian - Side 1081881Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Henry Stephens Salt - 1893 - 386 sider
...I From out the black hood shines A light few look upon ! Lorn exiles, see, from dark deep mines, A star at burst of dawn ! . . . A thud — a creak of...God's house rests his royal head,— Hers in a place abhorr'd ; Yet I had rather have her bed Than thine, most royal lord ! Yea, rather be that woman dead... | |
 | 1893 - 262 sider
...from dark deep mines, Your star at burst o' dawn, A thud! a crack of hangman's lines— A frail t,hape jerked and drawn! The Czar is dead; the woman dead,...cord. In God's house rests his royal head — Hers iu a place abhorred; Yet I would rather have her bed Than thine, most royal lord! Yea, rather be that... | |
 | Joaquin Miller - 1902 - 396 sider
...see! From out the black hood shines A light few look upon! Lorn exiles, see, from dark, deep mines, A star at burst of dawn! . . . . A thud! A creak of...her neck a cord. In God's house rests his royal head — Her's in a place abhorred; Yet I had rather have her bed Thau thine, most royal lord! Aye, rather... | |
 | Victor Robinson - 1908 - 174 sider
...see! From out the black hood shines A light few look upon! Lorn exiles, see, from dark, deep mines, A thud! A creak of hangman's lines! — A frail shape jerked and drawn! ..." Before stepping upon the scaffold, Sophia Perovskaya wrote a note. (I know it has often been printed,... | |
 | Joaquin Miller - 1909 - 264 sider
...! From out the black hood shines A light few look upon ! Lorn exiles, see, from dark, deep mines, A star at burst of dawn ! . . . . A thud! A creak of...had rather have her bed Than thine, most royal lord ! Aye, rather be that woman dead, Than thee, dead-living Czar, To hide in dread, with both hands red,... | |
 | Joaquin Miller - 1917 - 264 sider
...! From out the black hood shines A light few look upon ! Lorn exiles, see, from dark, deep mines, A star at burst of dawn ! . . . A thud ! A creak of...had rather have her bed Than thine, most royal lord ! Aye, rather be that woman dead, Than thee, dead-living Czar, To hide in dread, with both hands red,... | |
 | 1921 - 564 sider
...see! From out the black hood shine*! A light few look upon! Lorn exiles, see, from dark deep mines, A star at burst of dawn! . . . A thud — a creak of...hangman's lines — A frail shape jerked and drawn! The Tsar is dead; the woman dead. About her neck a cord, In Cod's house rests his royal head,— Hers in... | |
 | Joaquin Miller - 1923 - 612 sider
...see! From out the black hood shines A light few look upon ! Lorn exiles, see, from dark, deep mines, A star at burst of dawn! . . . A thud! A creak of hangman's...her neck a cord. In God's house rests his royal head — them, Yet I had rather have her bed Than thine, most royal lord! Aye, rather be that woman dead,... | |
 | 1921 - 860 sider
...see! From out the black hood shines A light few look upon! Lorn exiles, see, from dark deep mines, A star at burst of dawn! . . . A thud — a creak of...hangman's lines — A frail shape jerked and drawn! The Tsar is dead; the woman dead. About her neck a cord, In God'e housi- rests his royal head, — Here... | |
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