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" You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool. "
Silcote of Silcotes - Side 83
av Henry Kingsley - 1867
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volum 179

1894 - 576 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light, You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool, On the oat-grass and the sword-grass and the bulrush in the pool.' Here, again, is a picture set before us...
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The London University Magazine, Volum 1

1842 - 416 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool, On the oat-grass, and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool. You'll bury me, my mother, just beneath...
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Poems, Volum 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1843 - 260 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light You'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool. vIII. You'll bury me, my mother, just beneath...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volum 23

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - 634 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light. You Ml never see me more in the long gray fields at night : When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool, On the oat-grass and the »word-grass, and the bulrush in the poot You '11 bury me, my mother, just beneath...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volum 23

Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Timothy Flint, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1844 - 684 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light, You '11 never see me more in the long1 gray fields at night : When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool, On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool. You '11 bury me, my mother, just beneath...
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Poems

Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845 - 510 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light You 'll never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool. vin. You 'll bury me, my mother, just beneath...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waving light Ye '11 never see me more in the long, gray fields at night; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool On the oat-grass and the sword-grass and the bulrush in the pool. neath the hawthorn where I f hen Ye '11...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, Volum 3

Half hours - 1847 - 580 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light, You 11 never see me more in the long gray fields at night ; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool. You 1l bury me, my mother, just beneath...
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Poems, Volum 1

Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1851 - 276 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light You '11 never see me more in the long gray fields at night; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow cool On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool. VIII. You '11 bury me, my mother, just...
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Thoughts on the Death of Little Children

Samuel Irenæus Prime - 1852 - 172 sider
...again, mother, beneath the waning light, You '11 never see me more in the long gray fields at night, When, from the dry, dark wold, the summer airs blow cool On the oat-grass, and the sword-grass, and the bulrush in the pool. You '11 bury me, my mother, just beneath...
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