 The river went weeping, weeping ! Ah me ! how it did weep ! But I would never heed it, The weeping of the river, Whilst thou wert at my breast. The stars, poor stars, were weeping, But I would not hear their weeping, Whilst yet I heard thy voice.  The Touch of Sorrow: A Study - Page 202by Edith Sophy Balfour Lyttelton (Hon.) - 1896 - 279 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Elena Văcărescu - 1891 - 150 pages
...will now send the sound of laughter ringing Adown our pathways steep ? DIRGE. ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD. THE river went weeping, weeping ! Ah me ! how it did...not hear their weeping Whilst yet I heard thy voice. Unhappy men drew nigh me and told me of their woe, They said : "We are the sorrow of all humanity."... | |
 | Elena Văcărescu - English poetry - 1892 - 150 pages
...will now send the sound of laughter ringing Adown our pathways steep ? DIRGE. ON THE DEATH OF A CHILD. THE river went weeping, weeping ! Ah me ! how it did...not hear their weeping Whilst yet I heard thy voice. Unhappy men drew nigh me and told me of their woe, They said : " We are the sorrow of all humanity.... | |
 | Alfred Mason Williams - Folk songs - 1894 - 352 pages
...weeping, Ah, me, how it did weep ! But I would never heed it, The weeping of the river, Whilst thou were at my breast. The stars, poor stars, were weeping,...hear their weeping, Whilst yet I heard thy voice. And this other has a beautiful and touching sentiment : — The river last night swept the bridge away,... | |
 | Alfred Mason Williams - Folk songs - 1895 - 344 pages
...weeping, Ah, me, how it did weep ! But I would never heed it, The weeping of the river, Whilst thou were at my breast. The stars, poor stars, were weeping,...hear their weeping, Whilst yet I heard thy voice. The river last night swept the bridge away, And so we must wade through the river to-day. The maidens sing... | |
 | Margaret Pollock Sherwood - 1896 - 212 pages
...artist when life plays for him the first time the drama he has cared most for in books. CHAPTER XI "The river went weeping, weeping ! Ah me, how it did...But I would never heed it, The weeping of the river . . . The stars — poor stars — were weeping But I would not hear their weeping Whilst yet I heard... | |
 | Elena Văcărescu - English poetry - 1914 - 296 pages
...Oh, say all this to me ! Answer instead of Earth, that knows no pity, And loves to hold her peace. The river went weeping, weeping ! Ah me ! how it did...weeping, But I would not hear their weeping, Whilst vet I heard thv voice. THE LUTEPLAYER'S AUTUMN SONG. To-morrow the leaves will fall, But I only think... | |
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