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" With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran;— There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man! "
The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th] - Page 575
1828
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Spirit of the English Magazines

1828 - 514 pages
...faithless stream was dry ! Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dewdrop from its wing ; But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I...speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran, — Tiiere was no time to dig a grave Before the day began : 111 a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves,...
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The Dream of Eugene Aram: The Murderer

Thomas Hood - 1831 - 80 pages
...stream was dry ! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. And a mighty wind had •.-. -.1 the l And still the corse was bare. 29 " With breathless speed, like...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 7

1836 - 706 pages
...stream wac dry ! 4 Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I...horrid thing. * With breathless speed, like a soul in chmae, I took him up and ran — There wa« no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 7

1836 - 676 pages
...iu morning flight, 1 never heard it sing: For I was «looping once ngain Under the horrid thing. 4 With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took...and ran — There was no time to dig a grave Before tho day began : In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man! 4 And all that day...
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The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from ...

Jewel - 1839 - 352 pages
...stream was dry ! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ! But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I...In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man ! " And all that day I read in School, But my thought was other where ; As soon as the...
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The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 8

1846 - 608 pages
...stream was dry ! ",' Marrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing: For I was stooping once again Undei the horrid thing ! •' • With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran...
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Prose and Verse, Volume 1

Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 pages
...stream was dry ! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never marked its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I...In a lonesome wood with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man ! " And all that day I read in school, But my thought was otherwhere ; As soon as the...
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Prose and Verse, Volumes 1-2

Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 pages
...stream was dry ! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never marked its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I...There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began ! ij In a lonesome wood with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man ! " And all that day I read in...
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The Dublin university magazine

University magazine - 1846 - 780 pages
...Dead in the river bed, For the faithless stream was dry ! " ' Merrily rose the lark, and shook Tho dew-drop from its wing ; But I never inark'd its morning...In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdcr'd man ! " ' And all that day I read in school, But my thought was other where ; As soon as the...
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Poems, Volume 2

Thomas Hood - 1846 - 672 pages
...stream was dry ! " Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dew-drop from its wing ; But I never marked its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I...In a lonesome wood with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man ! " And all that day I read in school, But my thought was otherwhere ; As soon as the...
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