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" And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place. "
Poetical Works, Including The Shepherd Lady and Other Poems - ˹éÒ 115
â´Â Jean Ingelow - 1880 - 520 ˹éÒ
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The Ladies' Repository, àÅèÁ·Õè 33-34

1865 - 838 ˹éÒ
...sonne's wife, Elizabeth." f " Oh, come in life, or come in death ! Oh, lost, my love, Elizabeth ! " " And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst...pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on^hy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place." " A Dead Year " and " Kequiescat in Pace" are the...
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The Christian spectator. New ser. [of The Monthly Christian ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 3-4

1862 - 1006 ˹éÒ
...he moaned beneath his breath, ' O come in life, or come in death ! O lost ! my love, Elizabeth.' And didst thou visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter dcare . The waters laid thcc at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. Thy pretty bairns in fast...
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Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 344 ˹éÒ
...he moaned beneath his breath, ' O come in life, or come in death ! O lost ! my love, Elizabeth.' And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst...out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er...
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The Poetical Works of Jean Ingelow: Including the Shepherd Lady and Other Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 554 ˹éÒ
...beneath his breath, " O come in life, or come in death ! 0 lost ! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thcm visit him no more? Thou didst, thou didst, my daughter...thee at his doore, Ere yet the early dawn was clear. The pretty bairns in fast embrace, The lifted sun shone on thy face, Downe drifted to thy dwelling-place....
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Poems, àÅèÁ·Õè 7

Jean Ingelow - 1863 - 274 ˹éÒ
...he moaned beneath his breath, ' O come in life, or come in death ! O lost ! my love, Elizabeth.' And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst,...daughter deare ; The waters laid thee at his doore, That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe swept out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and...
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Poems

David Gray - 1864 - 282 ˹éÒ
...moaned beneath his breath, " 0 come in life, or come" in death ! O lost ! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst...out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er...
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The High Tide

Jean Ingelow - 1864 - 36 ˹éÒ
...he moaned beneath his breath, " O come in life, or come in death ! O lost ! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst...the flocks to sea ; ' A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er...
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The Scottish guardian, àÅèÁ·Õè 1

1864 - 596 ˹éÒ
...overtook her. Every reader will appreciate the mournful yet reconciling music of the extract : — " That flow strewed wrecks about the grass, That ebbe...out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er...
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The Late English Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 562 ˹éÒ
...he moaned beneath his breath, " O come in life, or come in death ! O lost ! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst,...out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : And sweeter woman ne'er drew breath Than my sonne's wife, Elizabeth....
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Poems

Jean Ingelow - 1866 - 274 ˹éÒ
...he moaned beneath his breath, " 0 come in life, or come in death ! 0 lost ! my love, Elizabeth." And didst thou visit him no more ? Thou didst, thou didst...out the flocks to sea ; A fatal ebbe and flow, alas ! To manye more than myne and me : But each will mourn his own (she saith). And sweeter woman ne'er...
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