 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - 762 lehte
...wa's maun shield But thou, beneath the random bield 0* clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy...unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the (ate of artless maid, Sweet floweret of the rural shade... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858
...wa's maun shield But thou beneath the random bield O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy...unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies I Such is the fate of artless Maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1858
...the random bield 0' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-fleld, Unseen, alane. VOL. H. — 2 F There in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom...unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade... | |
 | Colorado College - 1904
...spare thee now is past my pow'r Thou bonnie gem. ***** There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snowy bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies!" In this poem we catch the idea of personality of the flowers and... | |
 | Colorado College - 1904
...spare thee now is past my pow'r Thou bonnie gem. ***** There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snowy bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies!" In this poem we catch the idea of personality of the flowers and... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 748 lehte
...stane, adorns the histie stibble-field, unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, thy snavvy bosom sunward spread, thou lifts thy unassuming head in humble guise; but now the share uptears thy bed, and low thou lies! Such is the fate of artless Maid, sweet flow'ret of the rural shade!... | |
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O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate... 
